[Rocket pushes himself up onto all fours and then back onto two legs so he can focus on rubbing his muzzle. For a second, it looks like he's going to ignore that laughter and press on with little more than a glower.
But this is Rocket. He may look like he's going to glare and pretend it didn't happen but the second he's about to pass by Quill's leg, he stops and gives him a hard kick to the shin.]
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But this is Rocket. He may look like he's going to glare and pretend it didn't happen but the second he's about to pass by Quill's leg, he stops and gives him a hard kick to the shin.]
Jerk.
[And then, smugly satisfied, he walks on.]