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༊﹒ROCKET GOES TO THERAPY.

self explanatory. 1.6k words.

inspired by this post by @elegant-fleuret . Probably gonna make more ‘sessions’ in the form of chapters, but I’m not sure yet.

“Do you know why you’re here, Mr …”

She trails off. The ‘r’ goes on for a while and Rocket tapped his foot to a nonexistent rhythm. He grinned.

“You’re really not gonna help me out here?”

“Nope,” Rocket replied, popping the ‘p’ before his lips returned to the same curled position.

“Alright.” She nodded. “Do you know why you’re here, Mr Raccoon?”

“Gah, now that just sounds like somethin’ off of a kid’s book, scratch that,” Rocket protested, his face scrunching up to form a grimace.

Since he’d first entered the blinding white room, Rocket’s back was completely slumped against the couch, his legs falling wherever was most natural—and that had apparently been fairly wide apart. To him, that is. One arm dangled behind the cream couch and the other rested on his thigh.

“You chose the name yourself, didn’t you?” The woman smiled with a lower of her head. She pushed up her rectangular glasses on its bridge with a knuckle on her finger.

Rocket’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.”

“I suppose the quote on quote ‘kid’s book’ aspect didn’t cross your mind when you were deciding on it?”

She had a clipboard in her hand and a pen in the other. Though, currently, the hand with the pen held her knee with the pen intertwined in her fingers whereas she kept the clipboard snug on her forearm, holding it by its metal clip at the top.

Rocket sighed, looking away. Even the floors were a bright white.

“What exactly are you writing on there?” Rocket asked, crossing his arms when his eyes made their way back to the woman.

“It’s not anything you’re going to tell me, if that’s your concern.” She readjusted in her seat, leaning a little closer this time. “It’s only so I can remember the things we can work with.”

The smile that seemed to leave a permanent mark on her face was gentle; there was a glint where the light met it, like she had been wearing baby pink lipgloss.

Rocket pressed his lips together every time he was on the brink of spilling just a little bit of his bile onto the glass coffee table between them. Years and years of torment, self loathing, disgust and vomiting all kinds of colors wasn’t really something Rocket had planned on unpacking. He’d had it in the bag for probably two decades, maybe a few more years—unpacking it would make putting it all back so much harder.

It’s not an item he’s unpacking, they’re not even items—they’re pieces. The way they’re deep within his guts was meticulously placed there to fit, nevermind they’re jutting out in every direction and tearing him from the inside out—it fit. That’s all that mattered.

“Okay, maybe we should start somewhere else … Groot tells me you’re a mechanic. A pretty good one at that,” she spoke up, Rocket’s eyes darting back to her own. She was digging into him, he could see it in her gaze—it never left his. But then again, Rocket had been looking away for some time now.

“A little bit of an understatement, but sure,” Rocket remarked in a pitchy voice. He shrugged.

“How so?” She quizzed once more.

Rocket frowned.

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