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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote 2019-09-25 07:11 am (UTC)

[ He bends down a little to help ease the transition from his back to the floor, and when he's sure she isn't in danger of falling, he slips his hand inside of his coat to reach for an inner pocket. ]

I've got it.

[ He retrieves the key, unlocking the door and letting Yan step in first.

Peter had been up here earlier to drop off his belongings before dinner, which means the modest furnishings of the room don't surprise him. Then again, a small town like this, he wasn't expecting much to begin with. Still, it's reasonably cozy, if small, sporting a bed, a small table and chair – both currently occupied by his belongings – and a washstand. The lamp on the table is already lit, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

He starts shrugging out of his coat. ]


Take the bed.

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