[ That last comment makes Peter snort out another laugh, grinning with amusement – mostly because that conjures the mental image of some dude suckling on some poor cow. ]
Yeah. [ In an agreeing sort of way. ] It’s super weird.
[ He clears his throat, idly wandering along inside the murder skull. ]
That sounds like it’s dangerous for you to wander into human towns if they might, like, skin you or something.
[Oh, Peter. Laughing with him just makes you one of his favorite humans. Kaden's ears perk a little in silent (but perhaps obvious) approval.]
It's not really dangerous. I don't do it often, but it's when humans come looking for me that there's a problem. We're so far out of the way that you don't just come across us unless there's an incentive, if you know what I mean.
[Again, poachers. He hates poachers. And they were his undoing, too! Sort of.]
But that's all gloomy talk. Between murdering humans and all these skulls, we haven't said enough nice things. We should break up it up a little. I'm Kaden, by the way.
[ He guesses that makes sense. And given that he spent a whole lot of time around folks who for decades he was convinced wanted to eat him (and even now, he's not certain that half of those guys were just kidding), maybe he doesn't have much room to offer advice or criticism. ]
Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't, but it's nice to dream, isn't it? ]
Those two names are pretty different. Has anyone told you that?
[Looks, he's just going to point that out there. But he thinks he gets it! One of the names is prettier than the others. After a moment, he nods and smiles.]
Mind if I just call you Star? Lord's pushing it a little for me.
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Yeah. [ In an agreeing sort of way. ] It’s super weird.
[ He clears his throat, idly wandering along inside the murder skull. ]
That sounds like it’s dangerous for you to wander into human towns if they might, like, skin you or something.
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It's not really dangerous. I don't do it often, but it's when humans come looking for me that there's a problem. We're so far out of the way that you don't just come across us unless there's an incentive, if you know what I mean.
[Again, poachers. He hates poachers. And they were his undoing, too! Sort of.]
But that's all gloomy talk. Between murdering humans and all these skulls, we haven't said enough nice things. We should break up it up a little. I'm Kaden, by the way.
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Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.
[ No, they don't, but it's nice to dream, isn't it? ]
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Those two names are pretty different. Has anyone told you that?
[Looks, he's just going to point that out there. But he thinks he gets it! One of the names is prettier than the others. After a moment, he nods and smiles.]
Mind if I just call you Star? Lord's pushing it a little for me.
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[ In his nearly thirty years out in space, no one has ever asked him that. ]
The one's kind of an all or nothing deal. It's either Star-Lord, or Peter. Or Quill, if you want.
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[He's just calling it as he sees it.]
Since we're on a new planet and all, I guess I don't mind Star-Lord. I'll do my best to remember the Lord part, too! Just for you.