Peter paused, not sure how he should react to Rocket’s answer. He sighed. Peter knew Rocket didn’t want people feeling sorry for him, but Peter could tell he had struck a chord with Rocket.
“Well,” Peter said, placing his hands on his hips, “how about person?” He asked. “It’s a pretty neutral term out here in these parts. You have the physical features of a raccoon, but you’re like, 2 times cooler.”
‘Person’ was a word he deep down always wished he’d be considered as, because it sounded equal to everyone else. It sounded stupid, which is why he suggested something to just call him an experiment.
“That’s a nice sentiment, Quill, but I just don’t seeing you rephrasing ‘stupid raccoon,’ for ‘stupid person,’ but I …” he trailed off, not sure what to say exactly.
He knew Peter wasn’t a straight up mean dude, but they had been at each others throats a lot lately. Rocket knew it was probably he own fault too. He just didn’t know how to function around people for longer than a short while.