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01: Rough meeting
Aug. 22nd, 2015 10:39 pmGroot had been thinking for a while.
It was very comfortable, just standing and thinking, letting the breeze push over it and through the tendrils that made its body.
When it decided to move on, it carefully moved the bird's nest to a tree that wasn't inclined to talk and strolled off down the street to several loud shouts. Animals were so excitable, always moving and doing and reacting.
It was still learning the differences in animals' noises, but it recognised angry, angry voices and waved arms and long sticks that crackled with power and pain. And it saw something small, much smaller, that seemed to be the victim of their torment.
Groot didn't like bullies. It wandered over, casually curling tendrils around an upraised limb and plucking the pain stick from its grasp. "Grooooot," it stated.
It was very comfortable, just standing and thinking, letting the breeze push over it and through the tendrils that made its body.
When it decided to move on, it carefully moved the bird's nest to a tree that wasn't inclined to talk and strolled off down the street to several loud shouts. Animals were so excitable, always moving and doing and reacting.
It was still learning the differences in animals' noises, but it recognised angry, angry voices and waved arms and long sticks that crackled with power and pain. And it saw something small, much smaller, that seemed to be the victim of their torment.
Groot didn't like bullies. It wandered over, casually curling tendrils around an upraised limb and plucking the pain stick from its grasp. "Grooooot," it stated.
