[ And try Yondu does -- only instead of whistling, thin red lines etched into the metal embedded in his head glow, echoing the markings on the arrow. Sure enough, nothing happens. ]
The hell have you done, boy?
[ His voice is low, menacing, filled with venom and promises of murder. The Ravagers behind him are struggling to reach for their weapons, still. Meanwhile, Peter relaxes in the other Ravagers' hold and thinks that Charlie is being way too fucking sexy right now. He needs to stop it. Immediately.
(No, that's not true. He's thinking that Charlie needs to seriously keep that up, because holy shit he's being hot as hell.) ]
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The hell have you done, boy?
[ His voice is low, menacing, filled with venom and promises of murder. The Ravagers behind him are struggling to reach for their weapons, still. Meanwhile, Peter relaxes in the other Ravagers' hold and thinks that Charlie is being way too fucking sexy right now. He needs to stop it. Immediately.
(No, that's not true. He's thinking that Charlie needs to seriously keep that up, because holy shit he's being hot as hell.) ]