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He nodded again, and held out his arms for it. Likely, he would simply fall over in his pot from carrying it, but if he could find a program that let him type, just maybe he'd be able to get his thoughts across to her.

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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"we’re the guardians of the galaxy, bitch"

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Even Gamora was more accepting of a new species.... Though Groot supposed this Terran had a right to be cautious. Everyone in the galaxy knew about Loki and the Chitauri attack... Maybe she had been one of the survivors?

He wasn't sure how to communicate that he was friendly. Clearly, words were going to be useless. He settled himself into his soil, swaying his head slightly as he thought. Perhaps a peace offering? What did Terrans usually consider a peace offering.....

He closed his eyes, and focused as much energy as he could into willing a little flower to grow on the top of his head, its petals white (which was really the intergalactic standard for 'I come in peace'). Once it was finished, he opened his eyes and glanced at the flower before looking up at this Terran woman again.

"I am Gwoot," he said. [This is for you.]

       Despite his size, she kept her gun          pointed at him. her finger hovering over          the trigger. Best not to judge. it could be          something worse than the chitauri.

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"I am Gwoot," he asked, staring up at her flaming red hair, as if that answered everything quite plainly.

       ”What the hell are you?” She queried,            gun still pointed at the plant like creature.

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He beamed up at her, and leaned his little body over to rest his head on her arm for a moment. Yeah, he liked this one. But the chances were that it had taken Rocket ages to find a piece of him that was still living... between the explosions, the crash landing, and the vapors of the Infinity Stone, much of what must have been left behind of him was, well, dead.

"I am Gwoot," he mused as he pulled himself upright. [I do not think any other pieces survived...]

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He pointed at her again, tilting his head as if in question. If she had one on her, it would make this whole communication thing a lot easier.

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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Groot had been minding his own business, and suddenly there was a redheaded Terran... with what appeared to be guns. They were so small and harmless looking he had to stare at them for a moment before recognizing them as weapons.

"... I am Gwoot?" [Umm... Hello?]

       Okay, so holding a gun up           to the plant may not have been           the sanest thing she’s ever done.

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He nodded vigorously, the tiny wooden tendrils on his head swaying slightly. Now they were making progress. 

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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".... I am Gwoot..." [... And here I thought, no one could be as huge as Drax and not be a Titan...]

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For being stuck in a pot, this trip to Terran wasn't going too badly for Groot at all. Sure, he didn't get to go on exploratory adventures, but he had been given a 'safe spot' to grow in. He got water, sun, and best of all, his own radio to futz around with and find new songs to dance to.

Plus, this caretaker, who he had learned went by the name of Maria Hill, was very pleasant. He had been swaying softly to a still unfamiliar song, not sure if he enjoyed the melody or not, when she returned.

A small humming noise came from him at her question, the tiny wooden tendrils on his head reaching eagerly up to the sunlight now shining on him. After a few moments, he looked up at her, and shook his head.

"I am Gwoot." [No, not without care.]

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The Guardians of the Galaxy had invaded her planet, and now she was finding half-built weapons, broken doors, disturbing surveillance footage of Quill, and other annoyances all over her base.

The only one of them that didn’t cause her problems was Groot, and that was because he was stuck in a pot and regrowing. She’d left a radio by him so he could dance if he wanted to, and stopped by every now and again to water him.

"Hey Groot." She sat by his table and turned his pot so he could get a little more sun. "If one stick could grow you back like this… what about all the other sticks? Do you suppose they could be growing a forest right now?"

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Okay, there was a definite communication problem going here. He twisted in his pot, looking to see if there was a way he could better communicate with her. He wasn't sure if he'd make any sense with a pen and paper, but he recalled seeing a few people using what Quill had called phones. Devices that they held up to their ears and talked through, and apparently now, could type on.

"I am Gwoot?" he asked, making sure to put as much questioning inflection in his voice as possible. He held one hand up to his ear, and mimed talking, before pointing at her. "I am Gwoot?" [Do you have a phone?]

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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*all these new followers makes Groot very happy~ Thanks guys~ Like this for a starter if you want~*

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"I am Gwoot!" [Hello there~]

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Gwen. He liked that name. It sounded very gentle to his ears. He smiled up at her and nodded.

"I am Gwoot." [I like your name. It's very pretty.]

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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He peeked between his arms before lowering them a looking up at him. He was like a walking version of one of Rocket's many explosive inventions.

"I am Gwoot." [I wasn't scared, I was shielding my face.]

Lowering his hand, he looked over, seeing the Groot cowering.

"Hey… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s useful for knocking down doors."

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He nodded his little head, and lowered his arm. He wondered if she understood that he was from what Terrans called 'outer space', but given that he was a talking tree, she likely got it.

"I am Gwoot?" he asked, pointing at her. [Who are you?]

theblondeinthegreencoat would like to dance

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Groot watched his hand, wondering what he was doing, and was so startled by the cup shattering that he flailed wildly before blocking his face with his arms.

Note to self: never ever let Rocket meet this guy.

Dean bent down so the sapling could see his eyes better.

"Hm? Uh, it’s hard to explain, they’re concussive blasts, I can show you though," he answered, turning and pointing at an empty cup on the desk. Focusing, his hand glowed for the barest second before a blast of light erupted from his hand, shattering the cup.