Won't stop me from tryin'. [Rocket adjusts his earcuff a bit to keep to the chill in the air out as he circles around the terminals, hunting for anything that might have been deemed useless, but still has a use to him. The freezing cold metal under his bare feet makes him shudder involuntarily.
Been frickin' months and I still can't handle the cold. So of course the best place on the whole planet is a frigid wasteland. Screw that.
[The words don't come from him directly as he's turning over a little bit of busted tech in his hands. He keeps forgetting those damn earcuffs transmit thoughts.]
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Been frickin' months and I still can't handle the cold. So of course the best place on the whole planet is a frigid wasteland. Screw that.
[The words don't come from him directly as he's turning over a little bit of busted tech in his hands. He keeps forgetting those damn earcuffs transmit thoughts.]