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[nostalgiabomb]

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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[godslay]

Yes, that thing.

[ An absent little smile is still on her lips as she runs her palms affectionately down his back, not trying to pull away just yet. ]

Do you think you can stand on your own without falling over?

[ She's certain he can, but that doesn't stop her from giving him grief. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts out a derisive noise. ]

Shut up.

[ Though there's not even a bit of heat behind the words. For a second or two, it seems like standing might actually be a tall order, but eventually he reluctantly pulls himself away from where he'd practically plastered himself against her front.

He spreads his hands, fingers splayed. Then, without inflection, ]

Tah-dah.

[godslay]

Congratulations.

[ Dry as her tone may be, it's belayed by the smile that hasn't disappeared as she draws her arms away, reaching instead for the soap to hand it over. ]

Just get rid of whatever dirt you brought home, and then we can eat.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He takes the soap from her, face scrunching up with distaste as he makes some nonsensical, mocking sound – something that says, "oooh, I'm Gamora and I never let Peter catch a break, ooooh."

Mature to the last, Quill. ]