[ 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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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.