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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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[nostalgiabomb]

[ The gesture strikes him as familiar for a second, though he can't quite place it. After a second, he brushes it off, and huffs out a laugh. ]

Yeah, alright.

Thanks for not, you know, karate chopping my throat for it.

[godslay]

A hug probably won't earn that.

[ Unless Gamora really, really didn't want to be touched at the exact moment he went in for one.

Or maybe if he surprised her especially badly.

Or maybe if he deserved it. Who knows. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Sometimes, Peter has surreal moments where he recognizes just how strange their conversations are, and this is one of those moments.

So instead of insisting that getting punched in the neck isn't a typical response to being surprised by a hug, he just shakes his head, a little amused.

He should get cleaned up; he should take care of the scrapes and cuts on his hands and forehead. He should do a lot of things, but that can come later. He pulls the headphones connector out of the Walkman’s socket and nods toward the bedroom. ]

Come listen to this with me.

[ There’s a small speaker on his nightstand with his Walkman’s name on it. ]

[godslay]

[ There's a moment where Gamora blinks at him, her head cocked as she considers the offer, and she realizes... it's been a while since she's listened to these particular songs.

The corner of her lips lifts (something small and private, one of those little smiles she so often reserves for Peter), and then she nods. ]

I have the time.

[ And even if she didn't, she'd probably make it for him.

With Peter's directing, she heads into their bedroom to take a seat on Peter's bed – not paying much mind to the mess of blankets – and draws up her legs to make herself comfortable. ]