[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Outside Dragon's Den/Early Afternoon (48)
This prick was just begging
for a claw to the eyeball."If she is your lady then why are you asking me to get her food? Where I come from the males do in fact feed the women and children first but only their woman and children...Are you asking that I rope you in with the children section of that statement... Pup?"
Rocket was sure that a violent tantrum was building up somewhere within him, but barely managed to suppress it. This guy clearly thought he was immature, and losing his temper like a spoiled child wasn't going to help convince him otherwise. Yet Rocket had always had this in-built instinct to stick up for himself, and although throwing a wobbly wasn't a good idea, he could retaliate with words. If that bastard thought he was going to take that shit without a word, he had another thing coming."Oh no, that's not what I meant,"
the Gabite smirked, idly lifting a claw and scratching himself on the cheek. "I simply meant that it seemed a little unfair to us how you were going to keep those two and yourself nicely fed while Francesca and I wandered around for Arceus knows how long and finding only crap. Surely you'd be a bit miffed if we enjoyed a nice, tender leg of Tauros while you sat off to one side eating berries coated with blue fluff-- ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
Clearly he'd been talking for too long - the dickhead had moved to the water and started to fish again. Rocket's grin only grew wider as the satisfaction homed in. Yeah, the big guy knew he'd been a dick, even if he wasn't going to openly admit it. "Aah ... sorry for yelling like that. You're a good lad after all."
The Garchomp appeared to catch something and tried to haul it out of the water, but when the huge head of an undead Gyarados emerged, Rocket was slightly taken aback by the creature's sudden appearance before shrieking with excited laughter. Here was his chance to shove that smug bastard's words straight back down his throat.
Scraping his claws on a nearby rock, Rocket was ready to leap into battle when the Garchomp seemed to summon some sort of attack. An orange ball of light floated several metres into the air before exploding, raining down FUCKING METEORS
onto the Gyarados's head. The undead serpent's brains splattered on the ground at Rocket's feet as it keeled over and died, twitching in a pool of its own blood and skull fragments."What ... the hell?"
Rocket had no idea what that attack was, but he sure as hell wanted to know how to blast somebody's brains out while barely moving an inch. While he had to admit he liked to kill things by stabbing them until they simply stopped moving, that attack was pretty damn cool. Carefully stepping around the gore at his feet, Rocket followed his evolved form along the water's edge."Look,"
he began as he reached his side, "if you think I'm complimenting you here, dream on. I know you're pulling the 'I'm so fucking awesome but you suck' act on me, so don't bother with that. I ain't finished with that shit yet but ... what was that attack you used just now?"
he blurted out before he could find a way around it.