Simply. “Ain’t that the truth.” Well, shit. At least he still had his cannon, that was something. And apparently he wasn’t going to have to claim living space via violence and squatter’s rights unless he felt like it, which was another thing.
Rocket shinnied back up to stand on the desk again, back in desk guy’s face. “You heard the kid, dummy. Key. Now.”
The man animated, displaying a creepily empty smile and holding out a key. “Of course. Room 216 has been reserved for you. Welcome to the Madonna Inn, Subject-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Rocket cut him off by grabbing the key and jumping down again, muttering, “Might ventilate you for shits and giggles.” To the kid - Peter - he directed a less obviously cranky, “‘S there a map around anywhere? Since I guess I’ve gotta find 216.”
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Rocket shinnied back up to stand on the desk again, back in desk guy’s face. “You heard the kid, dummy. Key. Now.”
The man animated, displaying a creepily empty smile and holding out a key. “Of course. Room 216 has been reserved for you. Welcome to the Madonna Inn, Subject-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Rocket cut him off by grabbing the key and jumping down again, muttering, “Might ventilate you for shits and giggles.” To the kid - Peter - he directed a less obviously cranky, “‘S there a map around anywhere? Since I guess I’ve gotta find 216.”