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[stealwithit]

More like silicon-carbide holo-blade kind of thing, but you know. Technology.

Though that's an idea...

[nostalgiabomb]

Ah.

[ He nods in understanding. ]

Fancy daggers.

[stealwithit]

Space dagger. But yeah, fancy dagger works too.

Anyway, I don't know if I'd get the same alluring super-spy effect wearing a mask, so there you go.

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, I guess it'd depend on the mask, but I guess you've gotta point.

I just figure -- I mean, what kinda weird sorcery do you have to do with your hoods to keep 'em from blowing over on a windy day?

[stealwithit]

[ almost immediately: ] That's classified information, Star-Lord.

[ also idfk Bioware?? The question reminds her of something, though, and she smiles a little. ]

Actually, Charlie and I were dancing at that party, but he put a spell on my hood to make sure it stayed on. So that's one way.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ She gets a good-natured eyeroll for that joke. ]

Yeah, but before that, I mean-- what'd you do if you got caught out in a storm? Just hoped for the best?

[stealwithit]

Yeah, and just try not to get caught out in a storm in the first place, maybe?

[nostalgiabomb]

You never know, man. Sometimes a bit of rain takes you by surprise.

[stealwithit]

[ She shrugs her shoulders. ]

You know, you're right. Maybe one day we'll be hanging out somewhere and suddenly a hurricane just rolls over and my hood comes off, and you finally get to see what's underneath. Wouldn't that be fun?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another laugh. ]

Yeah. I'd be sure to enjoy it up 'til the hurricane started knocking everything over. At that point, I think I'd like it a whole lot less.

[stealwithit]

Yeah, considering at that point the wind and rain would probably be too strong for you to be able to keep your eyes open, rendering you unable to enjoy the view.

[ And then the most put-upon sigh ever. Being beautiful is so difficult 2k15. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Alright, Peter will be nudging her playfully with his shoulder. ]

Alright then. Avoid sudden storms. Or, at the very least, we both bring goggles.

[stealwithit]

[ and she nudges playfully back, but then she just sort stays leaning with her shoulder against... His arm, probably, because he's a giant. ]

Oh, goggles. Definitely goggles. Goggles are super sexy.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs, also he's not a giant okay, he's statuesque. In any case, he lets her stay resting there without comment. ]

Really, huh? Goggles do it for ya?

[stealwithit]

[ Gargantuan. ]

Oh, yeah. Just love 'em.

And what can I say? I'm pretty open-minded.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Teasingly, ] And here I just thought you had a thing for safety equipment.

[stealwithit]

I mean, that too. Sign me up for neon vests and hard hats.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs, then fans himself with his hand. ]

Just think. Elbow pads and shin guards.

[stealwithit]

[ She bites down on her lower lip, and sure, it might be a coquettish little thing, but it conveniently doubles as a way for her to keep herself from just cracking up, because what even is this conversation. She clutches at her chest with her free hand for added effect. ]

Mmm. And safety masks.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Well, good thing Peter lets himself break and laughs again. ]

Learning new things about you everyday, Goto. I'm guessin' for your birthday, all you want is a box full of body armor, right?

[stealwithit]

[ She'll follow suit, chuckling and shaking her head. ]

I would also accept you in body armor, but a box full of it works too.

[ Chew on that for a second, Peter, because in a moment both of their communicators will be going off with emergency notifications. If they deign to check, they would be reading a general call for imPorts to help with a... blob attack... in downtown Nonah.

Kasumi shoots him a look as their devices go off, as though to ask, should we take that? ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He glances at the comm and-- uh.

... Blobs. Okay.

He thinks he saw a movie like that with Steve McQueen in it.

As he's pocketing the device, he catches Kasumi's look, offering a shrug. After a second of consideration, he pulls out his wallet and leaves cash and a tip on the counter for the drinks. ]

What do you think -- diverting a disaster in the making a good follow-up to drinks?

[stealwithit]

[ thankfully she's down to the last few sips of her drink, anyway.

Blobs are new, but at least they aren't zombies or people going insane or zombies, so she smirks at Peter's suggestion. ]

Most people do dinner and dancing on dates. Apparently we do drinks and diverting disasters.

[ weird. That actually sounds better to her right about now. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

We can save the dancing for another time.

[ He stands, offering her a hand down. ]

Shall we?

[stealwithit]

[ when he offers his hand, and she looks at it and then back up at him, eventually taking it after a moment's consideration as she slips out of her chair. ]

Careful, Quill. I might just hold you to that.

[ she may or may not be forgetting to let go of his hand. conveniently. oddly enough, she remembers that he'd taken her hand in his last time they were at a swear-in together; that, and she's sure a gesture like this means nothing to someone like him. ]

Let's go.