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The 'boutique' was pretty much a nightmare of pink and glittery, at least in places, but the fact that the thing restocked itself was useful as fuck. Sure, you couldn't always rely on finding the same things you did before, but there was almost always something similar. And Rocket was used to repurposing and relying on junk, anyway. Junk was usually free. Nobody cared if you took their garbage, and they didn't care for long after they were blown up by what you'd turned the garbage into.

All of which was why Rocket spent a lot more time in the boutique/gift shop than most people would have expected, given that there was nothing pink and glittery about him. Except, now, a backpack which was still pink but no longer glittery, as the rhinestone-things had been pried off and store elsewhere.

As per usual, he climbed shelves and fixtures, evaluating items and occasionally shoving something into the backpack. There was a heavy emphasis on anything with clockwork or mechanisms, but also postcards, greeting cards, and clothes that had rhinestones, sequins, or beads.

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Blended into shadow, Kitty watched the cybernetic raccoon climbing the shelves and fixtures in the boutique. Alec had mentioned him and he was clearly connected to the Guardians, so sue her, she was curious. After awhile, a pattern emerged in what he took, and she was...curious.

"What do you want with the rhinestones and beads?" she asked as she stepped out of shadow and phased to visibility.

Rocket's only concession to surprise was a brief ear-flattening. One of the down-sides of a small group confinement situation was that it took actual effort and attention to figure out when a scent was current or historical in the high-traffic public spaces like the boutique. Everybody passed through, so everybody stayed there in a way.

But there was no need to let the female know he was startled. That was how reputations started to tank. "What's it to ya? Maybe I like glittery shit."

"Maybe. I thought that was more of a magpie thing than a raccoon thing, but you'd probably know better than me," Kitty replied, not looking at all bothered about talking to a raccoon. "That is, unless you're not a raccoon and just look like one."

He kind of reminded her of someone, although she wasn't entirely sure who just yet.

"I am not a goddamn raccoon." Rocket laid his ears flat to his head and kept them there this time. Yeah, he knew what raccoons were now, thanks to Gotham, and maybe he'd been one once upon a time, but that had been a lot of hell ago. And somehow it was more irritating now to be called one. "Are you a fucking monkey? Should I be askin' if you want a banana 'cause that's what lower primates like? For fuck's sake."

Kitty gave him a steady look, and she considered pointing out that she'd allowed for the possibility that he wasn't a raccoon. But really, in the end, that didn't matter. She'd offended him, so she nodded and said, "I shouldn't have assumed. I'm sorry."

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