How to Buy Happiness - Chapter 11
"Whoohoo!" Peter Quill, also known as Star-Lord, cheered loudly. "We sure showed them!"
"Throttle, Quill!" Rocket shouted, voice rising with urgency. "Now!?"
The raccoon's fur was standing on end and he was gripping the arms on his seat as though he was hanging on for dear life.
His claws had begun growing back quite nicely, Gamora thought to herself. It was a relief, really. No one wanted Rocket to think that they were taking advantage of his handicap in defending himself... Every stray gesture was a potential violation of the raccoon's personal space. They didn't want him to think they were reluctant to touch him either, though, because, for all that Rocket was wary of physical contact, he was even more susceptible to feeling rejected. So they came up with the secret agreement that, once per day, at irregular intervals, someone would offer or ask to pet Rocket, claiming that they needed stress relief or that Rocket looked in need of stress relief. Already, P