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It was rather unnerving to see actual raccoons again. Let alone in such close proximity of them actually clambering all over Peter. As a youth they had mainly been creatures in animal books or distant noises in the night when Peter stayed up reading his comic books.
Arguably, Peter had a better understanding of Rocket than he did with his fellow earthy inhabitants. And, maybe, his lover felt the same.
Though they shared a face, Rocket couldn’t have looked more lost with the babies that seemed determined to follow him around. They were still young and clingy; in all the best ways that drove anyone to coo and awe as they swindled you out of sweets; Peter and Groot especially.
Rocket fussed but he also studied them for reasons Peter could only formulate. They’re similarities and differences that must heavily derange from his usually proxy.
‘No one like me, expect me”.
To Peter, that still remained true.
Whom else could he imagine waking up to smelling of oil or gunfire? Kicking him while bolting out of bed m; be it from either a nightmare or some break expensive break through?
Who else could Peter picture as handsome as he was now; drooling while hogging the sheets with muffled snores Rocket would always later deny?
No one. Expect Rocket Raccoon.