Paws pressed firm against the window, his snout is forming a heavy fog of condensation he knows Comrade Star-Lord (@RiseOfZiggyStar) will later scold him for.
Yet, the Chief was on high alert. Something was deeply troubling him.
Somethingβ¦π΄πΏπΌππΈ.
mockery they leave myself & the rest of these ππππ₯πππ¦π¦ ππ£ππ¦ to clean upββ And don't get me started on the
ππππππππ πΏπΌππΌππ [.α]
My office has seen more destruction than a πππΏπππππΌ movie, and who foots the bill [.α£]
Certainly not the βͺ
βYβknow, livinβ in this city is like being a janitor at a superhero convention. Youβve got yerβ handful of ππ’π¦π§π¨π ππ πͺπππ₯ππ’π¦ & π’π§πππ₯πͺπ’π₯ππππππ¦ granted I am one, I donβt advocate ferβ the absolute mockery that they turn our daily lives into, the same βͺ
Comrade Drax, stink hurt Cosmo nose. Very sensitive nose. Can smell Knowhereβs corruption and your stink.
Da, is very bad. Your ancient pool is stink. Cosmo thinking bath will do you many good.
Cosmo like gettink teep from you. Your mind. It smell of flowers, da. )
He rests his face on her legs, beady eyes focused on her.
( Your sadness⦠it call to Cosmo. You save many and lose many peoples. Why dis different? )
#Praedatio β’ #VOS β’ #THEGOTG
A pleasant πΊπ―π¨π²π¬π πΊπ―π¨π²π¬ of his frame against her fingers renders the telepath in a state of relaxation. Perfect. Yes. Gud.
β¦Except he was supposed to be comforting the Madonnaβs weariness. He felt it from the confines of the lower hull.
( Celestial Madonna Lady,