peter quill [𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥], single plant dad.

ah flark it's tax season i gotta blast outta here.

say you don't know me or recognize my face
say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
too many runaways eating up the night

Multiple crisis in a week?

The weird coincidence alarms going off...

at Rocket if they didn't at least investigate. And he had to admit his own curiosity.

"What's all the intel? How did you find this out, and can you tell me more?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose... that immediately screamed bad news to him. And he has his own reasons for not wanting to return any time soon.

"You mean to say... She might've bonded with one?"

It seemed like a trap. There was no way it wasn't... Surely. But he knew it was going to eat away -

"What's on your mind?"

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may not be the most active today, just got IRL news that's putting my mental down the drain. my apologies

"Well, a friend of yours is a friend of mine."

And they really couldn't have too many allies. The more the merrier, and more knowledgeable, if they had another run-in with anything Klyntar related again.

"I hope you're right about that..."

"Honestly, I was expecting you'd brought another passenger on board..."

Well... One of the times, staying level-headed about it was the way to go. Did this one want something from them too?

"This guy's friendly, this time, right?"

He raised a brow - it probably wasn't any of his business. Hopefully, anyway.

"Well, just make sure he eats his veggies, too."

He added casually, taking a sip from his coffee.

"Are you picky about what kind? I've only got M&Ms."

And the Halloween sized, mini kind, which he produced from his jacket pocket.

"Gee.. I'm sorry. Been feeling off, my banter game isn't up to par."

"Nothing, nothing.."

"Okay, Mr. Normal."

Yeowch. Maybe he'll take it easy, the pain for him today is kiIIer.

"Ehh, who doesn't?"

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if i'm slowly being dragged back to this account-- will probably have to workshop the lore i had for it somewhat, or flesh it out more. aaaa... i'll get around to it. sorry, my energy levels low.

Stretching...

He'll get around to talking when he has to, if he has to. Otherwise, there's some work on the ship he's going back to today.

and i ran, i ran so far away
i just ran, i ran all night and day
i couldn't get away

Already thinking of the amount of explaining he's going to have to do...

...

Adding another couple shots of espresso.

Morning. It would be a good morning, but.. well.

Huh, most of the usual team just had to find him, didn't they? He needs a few coffees for this one...

"Rocket... Not what I meant. It's just a holiday where you get to dress up, be someone else, eat lots of candy, spend time with others, and decorate.

... Well, when I say it out loud, guess there's a reason it's mostly for kids."

I'll think about it.

But no promises.

I'll put Rocket on it, fair?

What?

No, I can't put myself on the list.