⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀"𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦?" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
|| green lantern rocket raccoon crossover didnt i call that like two months ago?? hehehehe i cant fucking wait for this book
"You're damn right it is, the more potent the better!" He'd scurry his way up onto the counter before shoveling the cheesy bread into his mouth. "It's fun ta get shmammered an' walk around all stumbley. It's how I broke outta three prisons."
“I think not.” She disagrees, still focused on the sandwich. “It is a potent vice, one that erodes the mind and in turn, the body.” The sandwich is flipped onto a plate. “Come. Food is ready.”
"we should go drinkin' right now," he sputtered before letting an obnoxious groan break from his furry chest. "i gotta have somethin' to inebriate."
She looks up and across the way at him, lips pursed. “They’re pants, not a jacket. I suppose they are a type of jacket now.” She looks back to the sandwich. Carefully flipping it. “I do drink, but not often.”
𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙧𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙋. he ripped the center of the legs open to allow his head to go through, "the hell kinda jacket is this, why don't it have a neck hole? the way you earthlings design clothing is stupid. "so you do drink? or don't drink??"
“I don’t keep any in my home.” She explains, leaning in close over her the sandwich she’s making. Making sure it’s perfectly toasted for her guest. Again, she’s not disturbed by his taking of her things. Very calm.
"ya don't drink?" the raccoon asked her, now having stolen a pair of her sweatpants and trying to put them on as a shirt.
“Sure.” She says, gesturing with a hand towards the couch that he’s already skittering towards. “I don’t have any, unfortunately.” She doesn’t keep it in the penthouse. Liquor clouds the mind.
"i needja television," he burped, his claws tapping against the floor as he waddled over to the main couch. "an' booze, that'll do, nicely." drunken little shit motivation.
“Got it.” Making lunch for a raccoon might be the weirdest thing she’s ever done…and she’s done a lot. He can have the jerky. That’s fine. He’ll be hard pressed to bother her.
no tomato soup meanwhile, he's eatin whatever the flark these meat jerkey stick things are. the slims jims.
he'll take some fresh cookin', too. but this is for eatin' while you cook
|| all my accs, including my new bullseye :)
muses - logan @oldcanucklehead clark @boyscoutbIue danny @seetheinpenance predator - @predoflament rocket @spaceracc ben @swingingscarlet probably more to come
stars are pretty flarkin' beautiful so early in space-time. hard to remember how much we're ruinin' it sometimes
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