Don't Pick Up Space Junk in the Galaxy

[CP: That White-Haired Guy]

I'm a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy, traveling through the interstellar galaxy. Our purpose is simple: written as saving the world, read as grabbing the reward.

One day, our spaceship suddenly received a distress signal from the Midgard.

With the principle of, if you don't grab it, someone else will...

No, wait, the principle of rescuing people in dire straits, we immediately decided to head for the signal's source.

...And then,

I found a strawberry-milk-flavored white-haired guy there, along with a little sister from the space-rabbit clan, a cyborg boy whose true form was a pair of glasses, and a fluffy extraterrestrial creature.

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Rocket, the smartest one aboard, often warns me not to pick up trash carelessly. He says the ship doesn't have enough room for me to recycle junk. So when I found this white-haired creature picking his nose, I couldn't help but hesitate: does he count as trash?

Gintoki, the one who got picked up: Hey, I'm not space junk!

* CP: Gintoki; HE

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* Blurb written on 25/5/8

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