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Remind me to find the book. You should read it. [ or have it read to you. he doesn't quite know if groot can read. ] You might learn a thing or two, like how a raven's like a writing desk. I could never figure that one out.

[ peter comes to a stop in front of a door. peering inside, he notices how it's set up like a little room to sit down and enjoy a small little meal. he doesn't walk in immediately, firstly surveying the surrounding area for any evil birds that may attack groot. once he discerns the coast is clear, he walks right into the tea room. ]

What are we eating? [ he walks past a couple of tables before he chooses one. pulling out a chair, he doesn't sit in it — that one's for groot. he pulls out the one beside it and sits, leaving groot on his shoulder if he feels comfortable. drumming his fingers against the table, he looks around. ] Where is everyone? Seriously, how am I supposed to get my pie?

[ and when he looks back at the table, there it sits: a nice, warm pie. ]

Edited (WHY DOES IT KEEP RUINING MY FORMATTING) 2017-06-02 13:20 (UTC)

[He hops off Peter and onto the table instead of the chair, looking around with a curious expression and just trying to find any potential food things for them to eat. He's very hungry and he has no idea how they are supposed to get the food.

Then he turns back, he halts and his eyes go wide.

There is pie.

Nice, warm pie that smells great and looks great. He creeps in closer with his eyes big and shining, excited by the prospect of delicious pie.] I am Groot. [He moves in faster now and his vines slowly spread out and wrap themselves around the pin tin. Mine.]

Come on — no — Groot — [ peter sighs. there's no point in reaching out and stealing it, is there? groot's groot. he's a growing tree, and he needs all the nutrients he can get to become a super strong tree again. ]

[ why did he have to take his pie? ]

Fine. [ he crosses his arms against his chest and tries not to pout. ] I got that for you, anyway. I didn't even want a nice, warm, delicious apple pie. [ he leans back in his chair, arms a little tighter against his chest. ] I wanted a … a sausage roll! And lots of ketchup.

[ when he looks down again, there it is. ta da! peter smiles, happy. ]

You should try it, Groot. Ask for one of your leaf thingies.

[Groot is too busy pulling the pie in close. The pie must be protected. The pie must be his. Once it's closer enough, he literally starts to climb in it. How best to eat pie? Well, from the inside out.

The apple in this is so good. He is in heaven.

This is legit heaven. Pie heaven.

He bursts back out of the pie and grins at Peter. He is a sticky apple pie mess now but he still throws his arms out and closes his eyes, making a wish for food.] I am Groot!

[Ta da! There is whipped cream, more pie and a cooked shoe!]

You — [ why does he bother? peter sighs. ]

Groot, you need a knife and fork! Weren't you told how to eat at the dinner table?

[ he doesn't actually know tree etiquette. do you eat with your hands? do you even eat pies? he thinks to pull a napkin out of thin air but decides it's useless. if he tries to clean up groot now, he'll just be a mess in two seconds anyway. ]

[ he looks at groot's request. the dad face is on. ]

You don't need that much whipped cream. You're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to deal with you being sick. And I've got to say, you're not fun when you're sick. Like, I didn't even know trees could get sick except for when they seep sap, but when you're sick you just seep everything else. It's kind of gross.

[Knife and fork? Friend, his food sometimes grows on him, it's not like he ever had to. Neither did he have to other with table manners, a table or really pie. Pie is a new thing to him, as is most delicious food.

Honestly, he could just live in a pie at this point.]

I am Groot!

[He stomps over to the can of whipped cream and hugs it tight and close. Mine. He needs all of it. ALL. OF. IT. He reels back and drags it with him so Peter can't steal it and prevent him from trying to overdose on whipped cream. He won't be sick and if he is, don't worry, he will aim all of his sick on you. No mess to be made!]

You can't eat all of that at once. You're going to ruin the whipped cream experience!

[ listen to him, groot. not only is he older and wiser, he's human. whipped cream was made for his kind. he has lived through so many wondrous and disastrous whipped cream moments that, if groot was smart, he'd use that to his advantage. good thing groot is an intelligent little stub of a tree. ]

[ he'd inform him he's going to be as sick as a dog, but peter has the foresight to know groot probably won't like being compared to a dog, even innocently, and that talking to him about getting sick is only going to make him to the thing even more. children, man. ]

Are you going to be okay opening that? Have you ever eaten whipped cream before? There's an art to it, Groot. An art.

[No, he has never had whipped cream before, he has just seen people eat it and always wondered. He looks at it, he climbs up it to bite the top and nothing happens--

well, until he loses balance and falls, the can crashing on top of him.

He yelps and scrambles free before pointing at it insistently and giving Peter a look. Teach him the ways of properly eating whipped cream, it's an art that he must master. After all, what is life if you can't eat whipped cream.]

I am Groot!! [There's an impatient little dance too. Teach himmmm.]

[ one day there will come a time where peter won't freak out when groot hurts himself. he's a tree, strong and sturdy and capable of growing back his branches if he needs to. he's a super tree! a hero who had broken the fall from the sky and had lead peter to his most heroic act of dancing in front of an evil alien overlord. ]

[ but he still freaks out when groot goes crashing. he makes a move to slide his chair back, but as predicted, groot comes back with all limbs intact, if a little bruised. ]

[ also: called it. you need him, groot. consider being nicer next time, yeah? ]

Ha. [ peter's now smug. ] Now you want me to teach you how to eat whipped cream. I knew this would come. You need me. I'm the Whipped Cream Lord after Star-Lord, I know everything whipped cream. Whipped cream is my bitch.

[ he reaches forward to grab the can and shakes it, making a show of it. shaking it in one hand, then the other — he uses it like it's a set of maracas. and when he goes to open it and spray it on his old pie, nothing comes out. ]

I am Grooooot!

[Okay, okay, whatever. He needs Peter. Don't get so smug, he can still go and find Rocket for whipped cream assistance if he has to... not that Rocket would let him eat all of this, he'd probably take the can away.

to be fair to him, Groot on a sugar high is a nightmare.

Groot bounces back and forth, watching as the spray can is shaken, prepared and spraye-- wait, what, no. There is no whipped cream, there is only sadness.]

I am Groot??

Wait, wait —

[ peter shakes the can again with more vigour. he then looks at it, twists it, taps it, bangs it on the table, and even throws it up in the air and doesn't catch it, letting it clatter to the floor. after bending backwards and almost falling out of his chair, he picks it up and looks at it again. he shakes it and then points it to groot's pie. this time, when he gets ready to spray it, he's mumbling underneath his breath: ]

Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. Shake your whipped cream. Shake your whipped cream. Come on!

[ and when he goes to spray it this time, it pretty much explodes all over the pie. ]

[Groot drops down mournfully onto the table. he will never have whipped cream, he will die ~~again~~ without whipped cream. life will be awful and sad and here will lie Groot one day, dead and buried, never having tried whipped cream. oh woest life, oh cruel fate, why have you forsaken him?

He makes a sad noise and then looks up, watching Peter try desperately, his head nodding up and down as he watches every last shake.

oh. dizzy!

when the cream does spurt out everywhere, it pretty much whacks Groot right in the face and he tumbles back, still kind of dizzy from everything before. when he finally sits up again, he happily squeals.] I AM GROOT!

[ peter doesn't notice groot gets thrown right off his feet again. it's probably for the best. he doesn't need to have a heart attack, thinking he killed groot. ] Who knew whipped cream could be so temperamental?

[ peter's licking his hand before he looks up and sees groot. ] Oh my god, buddy, are you okay? [ he sounds okay, but does he look it? well, peter can't really tell. groot's face is kind of covered in whipped cream. ]

[ he reaches out to try and wipe some away from him. ]

Groot. Groot? Can you hear me, Groot? Please don't be in a whipped cream coma. You gotta pace yourself, man. You're going to be flying off the rails worse than Nebula when she's hangry.

[He licks around his face and then raises his hand to wipe it off. Then he licks it. this is some quality food, friend, tastes great. 15/10. easily.

He runs over and leaps onto the pie, gently so it doesn't cave in this time, crawling up to it so he can eat the whipped cream and be gently warmed by the apple pie. God damn, that is a cosy pie to lie on.

once the cream has been conquered, he looks back and gestures to the pie he is lying on. he wished it for you, all peter. he ate yours so now he got you one back. sorry he lay on it and licked it a little?]

I am Groot.

[ groot looks happy. something warms inside of peter's chest. it's probably hunger. ]

Oh, man. [ peter could cry, he honestly could. groot wished him a pie. a pie to replace the one he had asked originally for himself. ] Thanks, Groot. You didn't have to. I mean, yeah, you did steal my pie, and I was really looking forward to it — and it's kind of disgusting you licked it, but I could just cut around it.

[ he actually wipes his hand underneath his eye. he could feel a twitch coming on. reaching for the knife and fork, he doesn't dig in just yet. ] Thanks, buddy. You're the best. [ he sings lightly: ] Better than all the rest.

[ guess who's been listening to the radio for songs that'd come out after yondu took him? this dude. ]

[Groot gets off the Peter pie and toddles on over to Peter and slowly snakes out his vines so he can wrap them around Peter's arm and reserve himself a comfortable place on his arm - bit like a wrist watch.

a needy wrist watch that wants company and contact, that mimes taking a bite of anything that Peter goes to eat because that is just the mood he is in. a very sticky, pie-filling covered wrist watch. sorry bout your sleeve, bro.

He hums the tune a little himself and, despite how it may found, he is totally singing along. He is with you all the way in this, friend.]

I am Groot.

[ peter sounds surprised, ] Have you heard it too?

[ he's so touched his tree friend knows this song that he only became acquainted with. did he play it so loudly groot could hear it through the walls? ]

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire. You come to me, come to me wild and wilder. When you come to me, you give me everything I need …

[ peter sighs, content. he hasn't even touched his pie. a part of him wants to, while the other part of him recognises groot's on his wrist and he doesn't want to dislodge him from where he's tucked himself comfortably. perhaps, right now, what they need is one another instead of food. ] I think we should make our own mixtape before we leave here, with songs that we like and that my mom would've liked, too. And it'll be ours. No one else's. Not Drax's, Rocket's, or even Gamora's. It'll just be yours and mine. The Poots. Or the Grooters. [ he shakes his head. ] We'll figure out a team name later.

I am Groot.

[He likes the idea of the Grooters. Clearly the best name for their team. He wants to make Peter's mom a nice mixtape, he has no idea what the full situation is there but everyone should have a beat to dance to - even the dead mom. Music gave life, music was comfort and love.

And he can always hear Peter play music from his room. Sounds like home. Curling around a little tighter, he nuzzles Peter's hand.] I am Groot. [They are a team, buddy. He has got your back... or wrist. whatever.]

[ he doesn't shake groot off his wrist. he does think to remind him that there's food for him to eat, but these peaceful moments with baby groot are sometimes few and far between. they're in a new world, a new wondrous place where he has more context than anyone else in the team, and he kind of wants to enjoy this moment. there are only a few times where he has ever felt safe and relaxed, and, surprisingly, after big groot kicked his ass and scared him with his deep, sexy voice, he's come to really find comfort in groot's presence. ]

[ he's a tree. trees are comforting. but groot takes it that one step further — he talks back. ]

You're right, the Grooters sounds cool. I don't know what I was thinking about Poots. That's something Drax would like. [ peter shakes his head. ] Don't tell Rocket or Gamora we have our own team name. Rocket will say it's stupid and Gamora will get that judgey look on her beautiful face and, you know, they're just jealous, man. Their team name would be like Gocket or Roora and that's frickin' lame.

[ clearly the superior team is peter and groot, or groot and peter. can gamora fit around rocket's wrist? green and fur don't even look good together. their photoshoots would be unattractive as hell, given how ugly rocket is. ]

I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot.

[No one would make a better team than us, let's face it, the others are a bunch of assholes. And yes, they are beloved assholes but I sincerely doubt they have what it takes to achieve our level of cool. Also their music taste is sucky. You get all of that?

Good. He's totally on Peter's side. For now. Groot can be fickle in his own unintentional, innocent way and the new shiny person who is nice suddenly becomes the new favourite. Thee's more loyalty to his friends but even that is easily confused.]

I am Groot? [Do you think Roora will have a better mix tape?]

Groot, you should really watch your language. I think I heard Rocket wanting to wash your mouth out with soap the other day — and trust me, soap doesn't taste nice. It doesn't matter where you buy it, what it smells like, or how expensive it is. It all tastes like crap.

[ he pokes his tongue out and mouths yuck. peter thinks he got most of what groot's saying. at first, it'd been difficult to understand him, but once he got to know groot and he listened, he was able to hear him. when they first met he was definitely able to see him, but everything else? he didn't really appreciate him for his innocent, tree-like ways until he was stuck with him as a friend. ]

[ his face scrunches up in offense. ] Hell no! Why did you even — What would make you think that!? Gamora doesn't dance! People who don't dance don't have good taste in music, Groot. Learn that. If people don't know how to do the basics of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" or Tina Turner's "Nutbush" then they are not people worth respecting!

[THAT ASSHOLE ISN'T GOING TO MAKE ME EAT SOAP! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.]

I am GROOT!

[He's working on the language but... look, he has been raised by bad influences here. He is from a broken home, he has no idea who his real dad is and instead, he has two assholes for dads. Who tell him one thing and then forget later. If you don't like him swearing, stop swearing around him!

Set better boundaries.

Groot looks at Peter, cocks his head to the side and asks a question that could very well get his disowned from being Peter's wristwatch:] I am Groot? [Thriller?]

Look, man, you just have to do the opposite of what we do. Don't say asshole, it's a bad word. [ there's a pause as he frowns. ] But then if you do the opposite of what we do, does that mean you're going to go left when we go right? [ peter squints, tilting his head to the side in thought. ] You know what? Don't do that. That was a bad suggestion.

[ being a role model is hard work, you know? he has to watch what he says and he has to make sure his pr is on point all the time. sometimes he asks himself what yondu would do with groot, and then he realises he'd probably sell him. the only person he can depend on to give him parental guidance is mom, and he's not so sure what she'd do if she saw a talking tree. (he does; she'd love the fuck out of little groot, make sure he eats all his vegetables, goes to bed at a reasonable hour, reads books and listens to all the music she loves.) ]

[ looking down at groot, he smiles. ] I'll show you "Thriller". I'll even get you a little jacket so you can be a tree-MJ. You're going to love it! It's one of the best dances of all time, and you'd actually make a cool looking zombie. I think you've got the rhythm for it. Not many people can pull of Michael Jackson, but I've got faith in you, Groot.

I am Groot! [He will always go right, friend. Always. Even when you go left, he will be going the other way to be a good Groot. That is what he has chosen to take away from this because otherwise, he's agreeing to not say asshole and it's hard not to say asshole when you hang out with a bunch of a-holes. Groot can pretend to humour Peter but he's not going to give up his beloved word. He likes that word. Almost as much as fuck.

But that one often gets his candy taken away so he cleans up his language a little more these days - he is a good tree.]

I am Groot! [He knows who MJ is, he's heard him sing before and he is EXCITED okay? he wants to hear more and dance and be a zombie. Not a real zombie but a fake one. Real zombies are scary.] I am Groot.

No, dude, no — you follow! Unless we tell you not to follow, then you don't follow, you got that? [ oh my god, you're going to give him a heart attack. this is going to be the whole detonator button all over again, isn't it? is he going to have to strap groot to him so he never actually goes right when they go left? ]

I know, man. They're pertifying! I remember when I watched this zombie movie and then I couldn't sleep for a week … [ peter shakes his head, then looks at groot from the corner of his eye. he's quick to amend: ] Not that I'm a scaredy cat. Nothing scares me. [ he puffs out his chest, sitting back in his chair. ] I'm Star-Lord. Brave and fearless and feared. Zombies got nothing on me!

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