#starrcrxssed

Trying to get used to this place was proving to be difficult. He wanted to, sure there was politics but they weren't affecting multiple planets, or on such a tightrope either. The issue was that it meant he had more time to be lost in his thoughts, all of which were racing. He'd been with Breha when the ray hit, and yet he hadn't seen her anywhere, and they had died not knowing where Leia was. None of which he could do much about stuck on this planet, with no contact to anywhere else. But that was when he saw her, for a moment wondering if he was imagining it, but the reality was he'd know his daughter anywhere. "Leia?"

"Don't laugh, alright? It's not funny." Stu whined, having just fallen out of a tree in the park. His hunting knife, almost always in his pocket, had jabbed into him as he'd landed, though he dared not look at it let alone draw attention to it. "I think I've messed my ankle up real bad. Could you help me up?" He scrabbled himself into a sitting position, holding out his hands for her to take. "Sorry, I know you're..." he trailed off, looking away for a moment. "Busy, or whatever. But, you're the only one here."

Cosmo's tail wagged frantically as the other cooed at her. It wasn't very often people treated her like a regular dog. Once they realised she could talk, they suddenly treated her more like an equal. And, whilst that was ideal for intellectual conversation, it was a loss for treats and belly rubs. "Cosmo pretty good. Perhaps not greatest, but, still pretty good." she panted, smiling. "Would be liking to play tugging game with rope belonging to Cosmo?"

"That's kinda harsh though, isn't it?" he asked, arms folded and brow knit as he thought more about it. "I mean, she's kinda your...your y'know." he didn't like talking about families. He was always worried he'd have to talk about his own in return. "She probably had it real tough. I mean, he's still her son and she can't even grieve 'cause everyone's gonna say shitty things about him." The more he thought about it, the more he cemented his own opinion. "I'm glad you can't meet her, actually. She doesn't deserve that, especially not from you. She'd love the shit out of you and you just don't even care." Stu's family hadn't cared much about him even before he'd garnered his reputation. He couldn't help but put himself into the situation emotionally.

"I don't even know what the hell that means." Rocket commented idly, his attention far too focused on what he was building to give the other's strange comment the sarcastic remark it truly deserved. "I'd agree with some of them words, but, not the middle ones." he smirked, still busy connecting wires and screws to the hunk of metal in his hand. "Are you perfect at anything else? Something useful, perhaps?"

Sledding was on the lower end of snow activities that Harry even considered fun. Had he ever done it before? Not that he could remember, no. And sure, chaotic and impulsivity decisions that could lead to flying down a snowy hill would seem up his alley. Imagine all the people he could run over in the process? However, having seen it done briefly, something seemed too sweet about it.