Groot_mr_blue_sky Apr 2026

: He started with a rhythmic shoulder shimmy, his tiny wooden feet clicking against the metal floor. Every "Hey you!" in the lyrics was met with a celebratory sprout of a new leaf from his arm.

The air on the Milano was thick with the smell of engine grease and Drax’s questionable cooking, but for , it was the perfect time for a private recital. While the other Guardians of the Galaxy were busy arguing over coordinates in the cockpit, Groot waddled over to Star-Lord’s discarded Awesome Mix Vol. 2 and pressed play. groot_mr_blue_sky

Rocket stuck his head into the room, squinting. "You say something, kid? And why is there a wrench stuck in the ventilation shaft?" : He started with a rhythmic shoulder shimmy,