text; un: gamora

[godslay]

A Public Service Announcement:

Star-Lord is the handsomest, funniest, most modest guy around with the sweetest singing voice and the sickest dance moves. It’s an absolute privilege and delight to call him a friend. My days are enriched for knowing him and fuller for speaking with him.

Everyone adores him. They think he’s a righteous dude.





P.S. – Gamora, you shouldn’t leave your comm lying around unlocked. xoxo Star-Lord

Comments

voice;

[dianano]

Whatever suits you, Star-Lord, since you're providing the entertainment.

[nostalgiabomb]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If I’m providing entertainment, then what are you providing? This exchange is feeling awfully one sided.

[dianano]

I could buy you a drink?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a thoughtful, uncertain sort of sound. ]

Maaaaaybe. [ He hisses in a breath, clicking his tongue. ] I mean, honestly, “a” drink might not cut it.

[dianano]

I can't decide how many drinks you deserve after I witness your dancing?

[nostalgiabomb]

But then I'd be risking you getting stingy on me after all that hard work.

[dianano]

Hard work? [ What kind of dancing is this?? ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, obviously.

[ "Duh." ]

What kinda dancing are you expecting, here?

[dianano]

I don't know what to expect, but more sweating than I thought, from the sounds of it... [ And maybe even Gamora on standby in case he breaks something... ]

Three drinks. That's my final offer, take it or leave it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter hums in thought, something clearly more for show than anything. ]

Top shelf stuff? Cuz if you're gonna get me the cheap junk, no deal.

[dianano]

[ You don't ask for much, do you Peter? ]

Find me somewhere that sells top shelf stuff, then you have yourself a deal.

[nostalgiabomb]

And I gotta do the legwork on top of doing the literal legwork?

[ He sounds incredulous, though with how overblown it is, it's clearly just part of the act. ]

This is getting less and less palatable for me, buddy.

[dianano]

And this is sounding more and more like you're finding excuses not to dance...

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter snorts out an almost dismissive laugh. ]

More like I'm finding it less and less attractive to put on a show if all I'm gettin' is scraps.

I'm not, like, some monkey with an organ grinder, dude.

[dianano]

[ Peter you're lucky to be offered even one drink, don't be greedy... ]

No one thinks you're a monkey. [ Well, he can't speak for Gamora or the rest of his friends... ] I was curious about your dancing, but not more than three drinks curious. Sorry, pal.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The shrug goes unseen, but it's clear enough in his voice: ]

Your loss, bud.

[dianano]

I'll take your word for it.