( . )( . ) ;;because this is my weak attempt at interaction
Send me a ( . )( . ) for my muse's reaction to seeing yours shirtless.
It wasn't as though Yondu was deliberately looking. He'd seen plenty of animals' hides before, and Rocket's held no particular interest to him.
But the scars-- the implants. They were something.
The Centaurian caught himself staring longer than he should have, more curious than sympathetic. Everyone had their scars, and he wasn't about to say that Rocket's were any worse than others he'd seen. But they'd worked him over pretty good, and an operation like that didn't leave the mind unscathed. No wonder he was always hankering to shoot somebody.















