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[ When the bartender arrives, Peter just orders a beer; he waits until Kasumi's order is received and the man leaves before he responds. ]

Kasumi. [ Not Goto. ] Knitting is something to do. Whatever you've got goin' on? Totally not that.

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Well, yeah, but..

Come on. You know what it's like to be doing things, being on the run, kicking ass--right? Don't you miss it?

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... Well, yeah, but--

[ He doesn't continue, but his, "It's not the same," is pretty obvious. ]

[stealwithit]

[ the bartender returns momentarily with Peter's beer and whatever peach-colored cocktail Kasumi ordered. Because of course she would. ]

I know it's not at all the same, but it's way better than sitting around at some job for eight hours every day.

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[ His mouth draws into a thin line momentarily, then-- ]

You need back-up?

[stealwithit]

--Are you offering?

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I might be. If only because you paint such a pretty picture.

[stealwithit]

[ she takes a sip of her drink with a playful little grin. ]

Sweet talker. Think you can keep up, huh?

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[ He sees your grin and raises you a flirty smirk. ]

Don't be too jealous if I show you up, Goto.

[stealwithit]

We'll see about that, Quill.

Good to know you're itching for some action after all, hmm? I was wondering if you'd start getting into trouble eventually.

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Oh? Were you hoping to sweep in like my knight in shining hoodie to rescue me?

[stealwithit]

Nah. You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself.

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Damn. Was kinda lookin' forward to seein' you go all badass mama bear on my behalf.

[stealwithit]

[ She nearly snorts. ]

Badass mama bear? Really?

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[ He grins in response. ]

Yeah. I gotta imagine you've got a crazy protective streak.

[stealwithit]

I was thinking the exact same thing about you, actually.

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--What? Why the heck would you think that?

[ That's ridiculous, Kasumi, is what this face says. Patently ridiculous. ]

[stealwithit]

Just a hunch.

I can totally see you big brother bear-ing at people--oh, wait. You did. With Traci.

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[ He shrugs, taking a quick drink of his beer. ]

She was hurt, so I helped. It'd take a bigger asshole'n me not to lend a hand.

[stealwithit]

--Plus, you seem to be very interested in helping me out with my work, so.

It kind of feels like you're the one who's thinking about sweeping in like my knight in shining leather jacket.

[ Her tone isn't cheeky or judgy at all, it's actually rather... sincere? Appreciative? "It's okay to admit you're a nice dude, Quill"? ]

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[ Nah, man. Peter's not a nice dude. He's badass and stonefaced and tough as nails.

Which is why he clears his throat and turns towards the bar, taking a drink from his bottle to buy himself some time. ]

Well. You hardly need the saving. [ With a sidelong glance, he cheekily repeats her words back to her. ] You can take care of yourself.

[stealwithit]

Damn right.

Which is why--if we're gonna have a gig together, Quill, you can count on me watching your back, but you don't need to babysit me or anything. Tougher than I look and all that. I'd rather have us work as partners than as mama bear watching baby bear or big brother watching little sister, yeah?

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[ He laughs a little, inclining his head a little in agreement. ]

Alright, I got it. Partners, then, if you can stand to share the limelight.

[stealwithit]

I think I could do that for the legendary Star-Lord.

[ she shoots him a smile and raises her glass. ]

It'll be fun.

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[ He raises his bottle in turn, touching its lip against the side of her glass. ]

This is when I find out you're secretly a slave-driver, huh?