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You've reached the voicemail of Star-Lord. Hit me with your best shot. Or— crap, wait, I should've quoted "Call Me" instead. Aw, dammit. Is it too late to— [ BEEP ] [ text | video | voice | action ] gif credit

USERNAME star.lord RESIDENCE community housing: floor 13, room 4 OCCUPATION perimeter guard: surveyor / salvage & repair specialist

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[ Cue the triumphant music, Star-Lord has arrived on the scene.

It's not hard to spot the two of them, considering one of them is in a brightly colored suit, and when Peter spots them from distance away, he immediately makes a beeline for them. And when he's close, he looks Mantis over, his frown only deepening as he frees up the medkit from under his arm. ]

What the hell happened?

[ And the words might be a little sharper than he means them to be, but— listen. Peter is a worrier. He worries. ]

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[And there's the adult (tm), and Peter is quick to leap to his feet.

Quick, gotta explain himself, gotta go fast:]

It was my bad! We were looking for a missing dog, and I was kind of far off looking up high, so I didn't get the weird tingles 'til it was already jumping at her — and I should've just webbed the little guy but I was worried about getting the dude stuck on Mantis and making it worse—

[glowfeelers]

[ Peter! Peter is here, and he is definitely the adult (tm) in this situation. Mantis nods as little Peter describes what happened, and is suddenly glad that he did not try to web the raccoon and accidentally get it stuck to her in the process. ]

At first I thought that it was the puppy, but it was not the puppy, but it was a Rocket creature, but not Rocket, and he looked so cute and I thought that he wanted to be my friend but he did not want to be my friend! [ You'd think she'd have learned by now but by god, you'd think wrong. ] And he took the donuts I had for the puppy!

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[ Oh, cool, that's a lot of information to take in all at once. Thanks, you guys!

A pause as Peter digests all of this, then, completely puzzled, ]

... You wanted to feed a dog donuts?

[ —That's apparently what he got out of all of this.

But, no. Okay. Priorities. He kneels in front of Mantis, taking out a gauze pad and wetting it with disinfectant. ]

Right. So we learned not to mess with wild animals. This isn't Disney, man. Not all animals are fun and cuddly.