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[ 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!

[Groot untangles himself from the wrist and climbs onto the table again, nodding his head along to what Peter is saying.] I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot. [Whenever you guys say follow, don't follow unless you say don't follow? Look, Peter, he's totally got it. He knows what to do. No matter what, always go left and never, ever follow.

He drops down onto the table facing Peter and beams proudly.] I am Groot. [Peter, you're always scared. You are a scaredy cat. Learn to be like Groot. Groot is never scared, Groot is strong and noble.

Groot definitely didn't cry yesterday because he got lost. He is brave.]

[ fucking hell. ]

[ fortunately for groot, he calls peter a scaredy cat when peter specifically said he wasn't, and that diverts his attention from correcting groot's misinterpretation of what he's said. if he had the patience (ha) of rocket, perhaps he'd work on this until the cows literally come home and go i am moo. but he doesn't. instead, when groot eventually goes left and they go right, and he doesn't follow, it'll all come back to this moment — because they'll have to go save groot, and peter will blame groot instead of himself for the fact that this little tree is such a male with selective hearing. ]

I'm not always scared! You're the scared one. You hid behind me that one time when we were — [ he stops, face tilting upward as he tries to recall the moment. no, groot was pretty brave back when he was tall, and he exuded some braveness when he was tiny, too. that bug was fucking scary, man. ] Okay, maybe not that moment, but the other moment! In prison! And when we were flying the ship! I told you to put your seatbelt on but nooo, I am Groot thinks he knows better than the driver and Star-Lord! Who, by the way, was the same person!

[Groot is always brave, silly all of Peter, did you not know that? Groot was only scared of strange kitties, too big feet and the idea of being lost forever and ever, all alone, eventually taken to a garden center and then being sold on as a baby tree to sit in someone's office and go unloved on the weekends.

Why do you want him to be thirsty and unloved on the weekends??] I am Groot!

[He stomps his little feet. Peter is the scared one, he is not. He will never be a lonely office tree, he will be a big, noble warrior. Besides, he can drive better than you and Rocket combined.] I am Groot.

Edited 2017-06-11 09:44 (UTC)

[ he held his hands up. the moment groot says i am groot!, he's ready with: ] Okay, man, okay! You're the bravest Guardian of the Galaxy for your height. [ that's better, right? he thinks he gets what groot's dropping, but sometimes the little man packs so much into those three words its difficult to unpack it all. ]

[ and then his entire demeanour changes as his brows furrow together before permanently stitching themselves crossed. ] What do you mean you're a better driver than me? You shouldn't be driving! You're not old enough to have your license!

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