Until Morale Improves [Closed]

[whyarewehere]

Who| Grif, Rocket, Judy, Nick
What| Grif gets his ass kicked for being a jerk on the comms, Nick is on camera duty.
Where| A hallway
When| Backdated to before Total Recall plot, but after the comm post.
Warnings/Notes| idk probably nothing

Grif hadn't expected there to be any repercussions for being a jackass on the comms. So far, the space internet had been just as free and meaningless as the regular internet. It was kind of great that way.

He did feel kind of bad about upsetting Judy. Judy was an actual upstanding, decent person. Rabbit. Rabbit person. One of those members of the team that made him feel like an asshole for being here, really. Rocket was a snarly little jackass and he didn't regret riling Rocket up a bit, but despite Grif's insistence that he was proud to be the resident jerk here, he felt the tiniest pang of regret about disappointing Judy.

She'd also planned to beat him up. And that was kind of scary, because someone who was calm about that was much more likely to have a good plan than, say, Rocket and his angry rose bushes.

When Judy had come his way, Grif had bolted the other direction. Speed was great. Speed let you get away with almost anyth-

Something grabbed Grif's ankles and he yelled as he was yanked high into the air, dangling from the corridor ceiling. Thick, thorny vines had grown here in the perfect place to trap him.

Which had to mean Rocket.

"Oh shit."

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[the_fuzz]

"And why, exactly, should we have expected you to act any different in private?" Judy replied, still glaring. She'd been done, even before Nick stepped in. She'd only wanted the one punch, and even that had been in defense of Nick rather than herself.

"It's not like you gave us any reason to. We asked, over and over, for you to stop. Not grovel, not apologize, but stop. And you couldn't even be bothered to do that. What guarantee did we have that you'd magically start listening if we talked in person?"

Because, as far as she'd seen, Grif acted the same way on the comms as he did anywhere else.

[frickingguardian]

Rocket snorted, nodding in Judy's direction. "What she said. Oh boo hoo, the asshole's upset because we didn't try to talk it out. Maybe you should've thought about people getting pissed before you started talking shit!"

He bared his teeth, and as Nick had asked, put Grif down-but having the vines lower somewhat, then suddenly let go around his ankles. It wasn't a long drop, but it was definitely meant to be one last hit.

"There, asshole. You're down. Now show off those speed powers you keep bragging about and beat it."

[thethinzooline]

Nick barely even reacted to Grif spitting at his feet. It was hardly the first time anyone'd done it.

But the rest. The rest clearly had him quiet and thoughtful. He pulled out his omnicom and deleted the recording. Aside from potentially getting him, Judy, and Rocket into a world of trouble, it felt wrong for it to exist.

"You--you just --"

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else, and then his mouth snapped shut and he just waved a paw at Grif in an angry, inarticulate gesture.

"I'm not doing this."

And then he was off. He disappeared with his powers and left because he needed to. Because it was hard to deal with when anger and guilt were vying for equal attention, especially when you weren't used to feeling either so strongly.

[whyarewehere]

Grif yelped when he hit the floor and scrambled to his feet again. He took a moment to scowl at Rocket and Judy.

He could've argued with them some more. He was an argumentative sort, it was fun most of the time. But the fun had gone out of this almost immediately, and he just wanted to be left alone.

"I'm done, I've said everything I wanted to say to you guys. Bye."

And he was off and running.