"Hey, good-lookin'..." Rocket said with a little smirk, knowing damn WELL what she was trying to look at. If anyone loved firearms as much as he did, it was Six. He held up a thick, double-barreled blaster that honestly looked more like something someone GROOT'S size would use. "Been workin' on THIS bad-boy for a few days now. And don't get jealous, cos I *may* have made a present for you too...."
Groot just looked from Rocket to Six then back again, shaking his head. Rocket was his best friend in the universe, and Six seemed very nice... but he'd NEVER understand this love they shared of guns. "...I am Groot." He said with a sigh.
Rocket looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Whaddaya mean you don't get why we like guns so much? They're flarkin' awesome, ya big pansy...."