Rocket & Rocket || Rocket (gun-toting-procyonid) & Richard (rchardriders)

gun-toting-procyonid:

He couldn’t get his guard down for what could be considered some sort of evil doppelganger..

..Could he?

“Wait, Pete’s in on this..?!” Rocket seemed rather surprised at this turn of events. With a rub of his chin in thought, he sighs, moving his free hand away from the holster of his pistol. “Then.. I suppose ya’check out. For now.” He ends, pointing at him. Despite the sardonic tone, his face seemed to portray a sort of gladness.

“…We were all a wreck, ya’know..”

Richard raised his hands defensively to appease the Raccoon, before lowering them when Rocket lowered his own finger. "About that, I guess I’m sorry… If I had a hand it in, I would have come back sooner.“ Richard sighed, he knew there wasn’t a point in dwelling on it because he couldn’t change the past.

"How’ve you been? I would hug you if your whiskers weren’t so ticklish.” He fell back into jokes, it was far safer territory. Death was, after all, a depressing subject that they both were more than familiar with, and seeing as he was still alive, he counted that as a win.