[ Groot is hardly happy, either, considering he’s still snarling and uselessly swinging at the air while Peter restrains him with a single hand around the little dude’s waist. Apparently this is old hat for Peter, by now, seeing as how he hardly pays Groot any mind. ]
It grew back.
[ In that flat, disbelieving tone that asks, “That’s really the best reason you can come up with?” Once Dodger mentions having a Walkman of his own, he lights up a little, apparently willing to forgive the lame excuse. ]
Nah. He’s a friend. [ And he glances down at Groot, who’s still shouting an angry, I am Groot! ] Sometimes, anyway. Cut it out, dude.
[ Groot lets out one final huff before sagging in Peter’s grip, shooting the dog a baleful glare. This is as good as it’s going to get, it seems, and Peter contents himself with it. ] This is Groot. And Groot, this is—
Uh.
[ Listen, Peter is pretty awful with names to start with, so the pause is only minimally awkward. ]
no subject
It grew back.
[ In that flat, disbelieving tone that asks, “That’s really the best reason you can come up with?” Once Dodger mentions having a Walkman of his own, he lights up a little, apparently willing to forgive the lame excuse. ]
Nah. He’s a friend. [ And he glances down at Groot, who’s still shouting an angry, I am Groot! ] Sometimes, anyway. Cut it out, dude.
[ Groot lets out one final huff before sagging in Peter’s grip, shooting the dog a baleful glare. This is as good as it’s going to get, it seems, and Peter contents himself with it. ] This is Groot. And Groot, this is—
Uh.
[ Listen, Peter is pretty awful with names to start with, so the pause is only minimally awkward. ]
Sorry, what was your name again?