[Rocket notices it too, and he almost- almost- comments on it, but doing so feels like inviting problems or for one of them to try and take credit (it's entirely Peter's doing that this worked out, but it's Rocket and Rocket logic is not of any world but his own). So it's better if he doesn't say anything about it at all, and stay focused on the task of steering the ship around.
It's nice, but it's still not the same as the Milano... Or hell even an aero-rig. He likes full control and using something more than just his and someone else's delicate psyches.]
Maybe next time, they'll give us a real ship. No training wheels.
[ Peter can’t help but smirk a little at that, a competitive sort of spark flaring in him. They do still have a score to settle, but at least now it feels like more like settling a bet than absolutely needing to shove it down Rocket’s throat.
(And Peter’s pretty sure he’d win.) ]
Hell, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll get individual ships, like big boys.
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It's nice, but it's still not the same as the Milano... Or hell even an aero-rig. He likes full control and using something more than just his and someone else's delicate psyches.]
Maybe next time, they'll give us a real ship. No training wheels.
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(And Peter’s pretty sure he’d win.) ]
Hell, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll get individual ships, like big boys.
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[Rocket spares a glance in Peter's direction, a glint of mischief in his rusty-red eyes.] Heh. And then we settle this like gentlemen.
[Roughneck, daredevil, reckless foolish gentlemen.]
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Brightly, ]
Well, one of us is a gentleman. The other of us is still kind of a jerkass.
[ Three guesses on who is who, in Peter's mind, and the first two guesses don't count. ]
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Eh, that's probably true.
[he's fine with that. and Peter's seemingly fine with it too, judging by the lack of disconnect in their harmonization. that's enough.]