[Normally, Rocket would roll his eyes at the shameless implications, but they might have to follow what are commonly referred to as "prison rules" around here. Anything that gets them what they need, he's... willing to let Quill try.]
Yeah. But don't get your hopes up. She thinks I'm the coolest person she's ever met, so she might have good taste. [He smirks impishly- all things considered, he's still going to be a little bit of a brat about it.]
[Now maybe he hasn't been in as many hardcore shank-or-be-shanked prisons like Rocket here. But he's flexible and he gets that whatever you can do or sell to get your way, you gotta be at least open to the idea of some unsavory stuff to make that happen. Usually he'd say it's worth it most of the time]
Then you'll have no problem blinding her with your coolness.
[Peter will grudgingly admit that Rocket's...actually cool sometimes. But the coolest person in existence? Not too sure he agrees with that. Last thing he wants to do is even acknowledge to Rocket's smug face that he even thinks he's got a shred of coolness because that guy will run with it if you give him even an inch]
[He wheezes a delighted little snicker- even that little bit he'll take and run with. No one with as much self-loathing and self-deprecation as Rocket has should also have an ego that big, but that's Rocket for you. He contains multitudes and they're all contradictory.]
I probably don't have to tell you to keep it on the downlow. Last thing I need is anyone slitting my throat in my sleep to get at my bag.
Obviously. I know how to keep a secret, I'm not five.
[And he also knows when to sell one but Rocket's on that very short list of people that he wouldn't do that to. He isn't sure he'd say they're, like, best friends but he isn't a client, he isn't a mark, and he'd probably miss him if he ever got fed up of the Milano and took off.
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Yeah. But don't get your hopes up. She thinks I'm the coolest person she's ever met, so she might have good taste. [He smirks impishly- all things considered, he's still going to be a little bit of a brat about it.]
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Then you'll have no problem blinding her with your coolness.
[Peter will grudgingly admit that Rocket's...actually cool sometimes. But the coolest person in existence? Not too sure he agrees with that. Last thing he wants to do is even acknowledge to Rocket's smug face that he even thinks he's got a shred of coolness because that guy will run with it if you give him even an inch]
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I probably don't have to tell you to keep it on the downlow. Last thing I need is anyone slitting my throat in my sleep to get at my bag.
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[And he also knows when to sell one but Rocket's on that very short list of people that he wouldn't do that to. He isn't sure he'd say they're, like, best friends but he isn't a client, he isn't a mark, and he'd probably miss him if he ever got fed up of the Milano and took off.
So maybe they are friends. Huh. Weird thought.]