Rocket bares his teeth and points accusingly at the weeping shadow, still holding onto Georgia's pant leg like it'll stop her from marching over and socking the Shadow.
Which, admittedly, would be funny, but he directly attacked his own, and it... was not good. "Lady, you're just Wonderland screwin' around. Try cryin' about that, why don'tcha?"
no subject
Which, admittedly, would be funny, but he directly attacked his own, and it... was not good. "Lady, you're just Wonderland screwin' around. Try cryin' about that, why don'tcha?"