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[ Charlie gives a little nod. Ugh, yeah. Yeah he fucked up.
He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
We could've fucking tried. We could've held you back as our ace in the hole or something.
[ He makes a frustrated noise -- almost like a grown -- and scrubs his face on reflex. He hisses when he hits the swelling on his cheekbone, though, and contents himself with pulling his hand through his hair. ]
I know you think I'm some kinda idiot or something? But believe it or fucking not, Maxwell, I actually know what the hell I'm doing out here.
[ He makes a frustrated noise -- almost like a grown -- and scrubs his face on reflex. He hisses when he hits the swelling on his cheekbone, though, and contents himself with pulling his hand through his hair. ]
I know you think I'm some kinda idiot or something? But believe it or fucking not, Maxwell, I actually know what the hell I'm doing out here.
I don't think you're an idiot, Peter. I don't. I-- sorry, all right? I'm sorry.
[ He doesn't know what to say other than that. He sighs, standing up. ]
Whatever. Out of my depth. Won't happen again. [ And he turns to go. He doesn't want to have this argument right now. He just doesn't. It feels like it's been one fuckup after another, and he's tired of it. ]
[ He doesn't know what to say other than that. He sighs, standing up. ]
Whatever. Out of my depth. Won't happen again. [ And he turns to go. He doesn't want to have this argument right now. He just doesn't. It feels like it's been one fuckup after another, and he's tired of it. ]
[ Apparently the direction Peter chose left nothing to examine but a tool shed (which turned up nothing but little shack filled with gardening tools) and a dead end, so he doubles back to catch up with Charlie.
-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
You okay? Did it bite you?
-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
You okay? Did it bite you?
Edited 2015-01-30 00:20 (UTC)
[ For a long moment, Peter just sits in moody silence. He-- sort of feels like he won that argument. Which is good, right? It's. It's probably good. Not often he actually wins these things, so. Take that, Maxwell.
Peter's jaw ticks as Charlie moves away. ]
Hey, wait--
[ He stands, making a grab for Charlie's arm-- staggers instead. Jesus fuck, for an old guy, Yondu really packs a punch; his arm wraps around his waist again, and he sits back down heavily. ]
Charlie-- hang on, okay?
Peter's jaw ticks as Charlie moves away. ]
Hey, wait--
[ He stands, making a grab for Charlie's arm-- staggers instead. Jesus fuck, for an old guy, Yondu really packs a punch; his arm wraps around his waist again, and he sits back down heavily. ]
Charlie-- hang on, okay?
Look. I-- I just--
[ He heaves out a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
I just--
Sorry, okay? Sorry. You saved my ass just then, and I shouldn't have made you feel shitty about it, and I'm grateful. I am, honestly. I'm grateful.
I just-- Yondu is a scary fucker, okay? He's smart as hell. He's good at reading people. And I just--
[ --wanted to protect you.
His hands drop to his lap. ]
--didn't want him to figure out a way to use you.
[ He heaves out a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]
I just--
Sorry, okay? Sorry. You saved my ass just then, and I shouldn't have made you feel shitty about it, and I'm grateful. I am, honestly. I'm grateful.
I just-- Yondu is a scary fucker, okay? He's smart as hell. He's good at reading people. And I just--
[ --wanted to protect you.
His hands drop to his lap. ]
--didn't want him to figure out a way to use you.
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[ Okay, good. At least Charlie is talking, but Peter's still checking him over for injuries. ]
A suban. They're like-- these giant naked mole-rat-dog things.
And their bites are toxic. Make you lose consciousness within a couple minutes. Did it bite you?
A suban. They're like-- these giant naked mole-rat-dog things.
And their bites are toxic. Make you lose consciousness within a couple minutes. Did it bite you?
[ -- was that an "apology accepted"? It kind of sort of felt like one, but Peter's not sure.
He just-- nods mutely and slowly stands. Honestly he just wants to take a hot shower and lie down, but he's not particularly picky about the order, right now. ]
He just-- nods mutely and slowly stands. Honestly he just wants to take a hot shower and lie down, but he's not particularly picky about the order, right now. ]
[ He snorts. ]
Yeah, the upside down thing definitely was the cherry on top of a shitty day.
Yeah, the upside down thing definitely was the cherry on top of a shitty day.
[ Peter only glances at it, then nods, standing and offering a hand to Charlie to do the same. ]
C'mon. Need to get moving if we're ever gonna find your girl.
C'mon. Need to get moving if we're ever gonna find your girl.
[ When they make it to his room, Peter shrugs out of his jacket, tosses it onto a nearby chair, and eases himself down into bed. ]
Seriously I wish I had a camera during all that. The looks on their faces, man. [ He smirks a little. ] Priceless.
Seriously I wish I had a camera during all that. The looks on their faces, man. [ He smirks a little. ] Priceless.
And the shit we're supposed to get paid for, yeah, yeah.
[ He heads off in the the only really viable direction. ]
This is why I like smash and grabs better.
[ He heads off in the the only really viable direction. ]
This is why I like smash and grabs better.
[ He holds out a hand for him, trying to get Charlie to join him on the bed. ]
Could hardly even tell. Seemed like you'd done it a million times before.
Could hardly even tell. Seemed like you'd done it a million times before.
[ Peter shrugs, keeping his eyes peeled for the woman. ]
We can dance anyplace, man.
We can dance anyplace, man.
[ he kicks off his shoes, slipping off his jacket and draping it over the chair with Peter's. The sight actually gives him pause, the two of their coats just... hanging together. They've done it a dozen times before, it shouldn't be anything special.
He blinks a couple of times, turning to give Peter a wry smile ]
It's not like I have stature on my side. I've got to be able to talk big.
He blinks a couple of times, turning to give Peter a wry smile ]
It's not like I have stature on my side. I've got to be able to talk big.
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