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[oakay]

[There's a face very, very, very close to the screen. Not a shock, given he's basically sitting on the device with wide eyes and a mouth hanging open a little in awe. It makes strange noises sometimes and he's not sure what it is but he will work it out. He's smarter than he looks, he'll have you know. He's a smart cookie. The smartest of cookies even because cookies are remarkably dumb. They don't even put up a fight when he eats them so they're clearly inferior to the all mighty Groot.

He leans forward slowly. He licks it. Ew. Nope. Not food. Hmm.

Okay, back to square one.

It's not doing much but be kind of reflective, it's probably not a weapon and--

Oh! He can see his face!!!

He pulls funny faces into it happily, delighted with how he can see himself and somehow not paying attention to anything else in the screen but himself.]

I am Groot!

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[beatupgrass]

[He grins toothily, his tone good-natured, but reeking of well obviously.] Yeah. You're family. [Wonderland is shit and dangerous, but Groot's tough, and if he can't protect him (which he can- damn straight he can), there's others here who'll help.

His room, on the other hand, does not invite a familial atmosphere once they get to it. The inside of it has that cold steel feel of a ship and there's piles upon piles of scrap and weapons and other projects. The closest thing to a bed is a hammock in one corner. Rocket takes it all in from the doorway and scratches his chin.] Iiii... Might have to consider redecorating a little bit.

[oakay]

I am Groot. [You really should, Rocket. Groot huffs a little and cranes his head around, he likes the cold steel feel but the scrap everywhere is probably not going to be as comfortable and fun as a big bed like he'd seen other rooms had. Yes, he went peeking, sue him? He was curious. He may have bounced on a few of them, they were awesome. 10/10 for bouncing.

He hops off Rocket's shoulder and rushes along, leaping into a pile of scraps and -- nope. 0/10. Not good for bouncing, he just sort of slowly sinks into the pieces with an annoy expression, throwing his arms out.] I am Groot! [How is he supposed to work with this? Get your shit together, Rocket.]

[beatupgrass]

Hey, it works for my purposes, all right? [He moves over to the closet, producing an assortment of pillows that can now be thrown among the scraps and piles... Look, it's a start until he can get it all together.] Nice, huh? [He gestures to it.] You wanna try?

[oakay]

[He eyes the pillow with a frown because he has already jumped on the scraps and he doesn't want more disappointment. Can't you just be normal and have a cool bed for bouncing and fun times?] I ... am Groot.

[He nods his head, ready to try the fluffy squares but not overly hopeful. It better be more bouncy.]

[beatupgrass]

[They are definitely more bouncy than the scraps. So soft and memory foam-y. Still not a bed though. Rocket's working on that one.

Or at least a mattress or something.

When Groot looks up from trying the bouncy pillows, he'll find Rocket YANKING A TWIN-SIZED MATTRESS OUT OF THE CLOSET. It is definitely too big to have fit in there.]

[oakay]

[Ooooooooh.

OOOOOH!

OOOOOH!!!

A big springy pillow thing. Groot leaps from his sorta bouncy pillow and hurries over to Rocket, bouncing up and down just trying to touch the bed thing. Nevermind there's no logical place for it to fit, the point is that it's here and he wants it.]

I am Groot!!

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. Just lemme... adjust it here.

[He leans it against the wall a bit, and while he could expand the room and shape it around the bits and bobs... he has a system in here. The problem is just finding a twin-sized section to fit it into.

Leaving Groot to mess around with the mattress just leaned up against the wall like that, which seems perfectly safe, he begins shuffling things around.] All right. I figure this'll probably do for right now. Or I could put it under the hammock... Or...

[Is Groot even listening...]

[oakay]

[No.

No, he's not listening. He's jumping and grinning and focusing entirely too much on the mattress to care about how it fits in, what it'll end up doing and how it'll not completely mess up the room. He had a one track mind and that mind was on bouncing. Bouncing always.

He pauses and drops down onto the mattress, sitting down very happily.] I am Groot. [He's very thankful for the mattress. See, look, manners? What a good egg.]

[beatupgrass]

[Yeah, he pretty much expected that. Rocket trails off and allows Groot to finish before bursting out laughing. Good job remembering your manners, kid.] Yeah, yeah. You're welcome. I'll worry about movin' crap around once you get settled in.