Stretching, bones clicking… He’s in pyjamas.

"What can I do?" Rocket’s voice drops to a dangerously quiet, gravelly register. He steps right up to the toe of her pristine white boots, forcing her to look down at him if she wants to look him in the eye. "Oh, you ->

"Alright, first of all, shut up." Rocket snaps, pointing a clawed finger directly at her boots. "I know how sand works! I’m a genius, remember? I adjust the yield, tweak the frequency, and boom - sound dampeners. No vibrations, no extra mutts. Problem solved." He drops his hand, pacing ->

Blush- “Thank YOU for showing me a new look to try for myself—“

“Nah, it’s a great look-“ Smirk…he’s admiring it.

“Flarkin’ good.”

"Name’s Rocket. Capitalist, marksman, and the guy who actually knows how to pack a punch without needing a fancy family crest to back it up." He hops down from the crate, landing nimbly on his feet, and walks over to the heavy, modified blaster he just set down. He pats the chassis with a ->

"Well...damn."

"You know, for someone who acts like a pristine, top-shelf soldier twenty-four-seven, you look like a stiff breeze could knock ya over right now. What's the matter, Ice Queen? A couple of oversized, shadowy mutts actually make you sweat?" He rolls his shoulders, leaning forward and resting his ->

🤎: Really wanna interact with more X-men & Mutants

"...Rocket.

ㅤ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡! #RWBYRP | #MVRP | #SFWRP | #FightRP

This one gets it.

🤎: We can all agree that this is the best version of Omnislash.

“…y’been living under a rock?”

“Yeah…y’know…space? Up there?” Dramatically pointing up at the sky.

“…considerably. Terran tech is usually like 10 years behind the rest’ve the galaxy anyways.”

“Tsk, magic ain’t got nothin’ to do with it…name’s Rocket.” He spoke, arms folding.

❝ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙚 , 𝙙𝙞𝙚 , 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 ... ❞

“Finally…

“…great…”

Deep breath, somewhat anxious as he climbs up onto the couch. “Distressing for which one of us…?”

🤎: Let’s give this another try-

“…thanks, Emma.” He spoke, following alongside her.

“I…would appreciate that. Though I’d prefer y’keep this between us.” Rocket spoke with a slight sigh.

“Yeah…it’s friendly, though.”

“…this Symbiote, Reed says it knows Lylla…which means she might still be out there. I’m lookin’ for answers, anywhere I still can even if it’s my own memory hellhole.”

“…personal reasons.” Rocket mutters, gaze looking to the ground. The raccoon just seems reserved now.

“Terrans are also really unoriginal in their insults…as proven here.”

“Mutants are kinda cool, whereas Terrans are predictable and WAY behind on tech.”

“Ya really ain’t the party type, are ya-“

“Is that a bad ‘some time’?”

“…jus’ passing through.” He replies, ear twitching. “Unless you know where Xavier is.”

“Heh, funny n’ completely original.” Rolling his eyes.

“I’m Rocket. All you gotta know.”

“I wasn’t terran t’begin with.” He replies nonchalantly.

“Huh…you ain’t a normal terrain.”

“Huh…that’s pretty good stuff. I dunno what your traditions are like or whatever, but uhh…here. As thanks for the Nectar.” He rifled through his things…and produced a small circular device, grinning mischievously as he presents it to her. 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 ———— 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🌹𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 ⠀ 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏🌺 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛."

"I'd die for those children! And if you've endangered them -- so will you!" #MarvelRP #MVRP #bskyrp #openrp

“…what’s this?” Inspecting the bottle before chugging the bottle down.

“Crossroads, eh? Great…never heard’a it. So, I need a LOTTA energy real fast…know anywhere I can get that, lady?”

🤎: Eris is my favourite ngl.

“…Rocket.” Glancing around at his surroundings. “So, what dimensional phenomena have I been warped into this time—“

🤎: THERE IS A HADES VERSE?!?! God I love Hades 2.

“…heh. N’ you are…?” He asks, addressing her with his arms folded.

“Oh, I like this one-!”