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[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

[nostalgiabomb]

Probably?

[ And he drags the word out. ]

I mean, I know Gamora has basically been promising murder, but, I'm pretty sure she doesn't mean it.

If I'm honest, she promises to kill me a lot, so, you know. This is about par for the course.

[sheriffing]

If what I've heard about this place is true, people tend to come back.

[ from death, sometimes from stasis. she sounds almost optimistic.]

It sounds like you have a system that works for you, so. Good luck with that.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He frowns a little at that.

Because he remembers seeing his mother up on the station, healthy and whole again, looking like sickness had never touched her. He's not sure what he'll do, if she wakes up. He's not sure what he'll say or how he'll act or what the hell she'll think of the man her little Star-Lord grew up to be, but—

Man. No. He shoves that thought away. ]

I appreciate the well-wishes.

[ And he says it lightly, at least. ]

Thankfully, I run really fast. She'll probably get bored of trying to chase me down to eviscerate me, so we won't have to test that theory.