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01: Rough meeting
Groot 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.
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He watched as more of the vines wrapped around the person's limbs and flinched at the sound of cracking that reached his ears before the stick fell from his hands. "I'd run if I were you, pal," Rocket warned, pointing a tiny finger at the person quickly, "wouldn't want the tree here to do something worse than that, if I were you."
Shifting, he moved to half-perch on the tree's shoulder, trying to get a look at it's face to get it's attention. "You done playin' with this moron or can we go?" Between that guy and the tree, he'd pick the tree.
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They grabbed the wounded and backed off, keeping a sharp eye on Groot. Groot watched them, then turned to look up at the little animal, perched so close. "Grooot?"
Because Groot didn't know what to do now. Mostly, animals ignored a wandering tree. No one had actually asked anything of Groot before.