[ When he was a kid, he remembered watching house cats around the neighborhood, leaping from fence to fence. He remembers, too, watching a big, white fluffy cat (probably appropriately named Snowball or something) totally eat shit as it tried to jump up onto a trash can and walk away like it totally meant to do that.
Peter isn’t entirely naïve enough to think that Rocket is going to brush it off, so when the dude kicks him, he’s hardly surprised. He does, however, let out an affronted noise that echoes eerily down the empty corridor. ]
Prick.
[ He rubs at his shin for a second before following after Rocket.
Unfortunately, given the differences in their weight, Rocket can get away with walking over panels that Peter can’t. He has to test each step, jumping over suspicious tiles when he can, hurrying over them while they groan underneath the soles of his boot when he can’t. He’s probably being overly cautious, but the last thing Peter wants is for the deck to collapse underneath him, for some fallen support beam to skewer him, or for rusted metal to slash at his skin and give him space tetanus. ]
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Peter isn’t entirely naïve enough to think that Rocket is going to brush it off, so when the dude kicks him, he’s hardly surprised. He does, however, let out an affronted noise that echoes eerily down the empty corridor. ]
Prick.
[ He rubs at his shin for a second before following after Rocket.
Unfortunately, given the differences in their weight, Rocket can get away with walking over panels that Peter can’t. He has to test each step, jumping over suspicious tiles when he can, hurrying over them while they groan underneath the soles of his boot when he can’t. He’s probably being overly cautious, but the last thing Peter wants is for the deck to collapse underneath him, for some fallen support beam to skewer him, or for rusted metal to slash at his skin and give him space tetanus. ]