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Rocket was going to check in on Groot.
The floral colossai was still in a pot, after all.
He heard a new beat. One of Y/N's songs, instead of Peters
And, were you singing?!
FLARKIN-!
-Actually, you weren’t the worst he’d ever heard.
“And you can tell everybody, this is your song.
It might be quite simple, but now that it’s done.
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind,
That I put down in words, how wonderful life is, now you're in the world.”
You mist Groot’s soil, then with out turning around, ask:
“ How long you been standing there, Puff-Tail?
“Long enough.
Y’know, trees don’t need lullabies.”
“He does. He deserves to.”
“Fine. Your fault when he begs for music all the time.”