Peter Quill, Star-Lord : Marvel Movie Universe

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1. Spending a fair amount of time out about the stars had given Peter an odd sense of confidence, allowing him to walk up to any and all manner of the fairer sex without a lick of hesitation keeping him at bay. Though the end result was often a cold shoulder, Peter found some bit of entertainment from being able to make at least some conversation with people in the process. When he strikes out hard, he leans in and motions to the woman on his right, cuing in and trying to discuss his woes with the closet ear available.



"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."

2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.



"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."

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There's a plethora of vulgarity he'd use if he wasn't busy running towards the window and trying to pace his breathing. When he hits the window, he comes to a screeching halt, turning to look at her than the pool below.

"Ladies first?"

He motions a hand out for her, manners finally playing a part in possibly keeping his own neck safe from further harm. Part of him can't wonder if this will come back to bite him later, or gain him some points in bringing her back to his ship for some friendly negotiations.

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She heard the door giving away behind them and shoved him out of reflex, murmuring as they both fell, the water in the pool rising up to wrap around them so when they hit the bottom of the pool it was at a speed that would barely bump them.

Kicking to the surface she pulled herself from the water. Not that she needed air, but ugh, breathing pool water through gills is actually worse on alien planets, give her true ocean water any day.

"Ugh, that could have been better. What is it about water on alien planets... tastes like five week old laundry water..." She glances up to the window. "Better get going, I don't do too well against their fliers."

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Wet leather. Fan-friggin'-tastic. Occupational hazard or not, Quill isn't thrilled with coming up from the water as he's dripping like a dog coming out of the rain. Pulling himself from the edge of the pool, he shakes off his clothes as quick as he can, the weight of the added water slowing him down enough that he's running in more of a hobble than an actual dart.

"Yeah- Zzzzkk-!! Quality ain't my concern! A laundry bill is! Any more bright ideas, Flipper?"

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"Hey we got out of there didn't we? And call me Flipper again I'll drown you myself and get the crown." She scowled. "I don't do tricks at sea world." She huffed a little as she wrung out her hair.

She tries the device on her wrist frowning when no one picks up. "My crew must still be playing with the border patrols." She rolled her eyes and held out a hand. "Here, stand still a moment, you'll leave a trail a scentless shark can follow." She focused drawing the water out of his clothing. "Better?"

She hoped so, because she only had four more spells for the day, after that she was going to be useless except hand to hand combat. But not like she'd tell him. "We need to get to the populated streets, we can lose the guard for a bit, wait for my crew unless you have a better plan."

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"Sure beats having to wait a day to get the jacket back."

He pushes a finger against his ear again, the helmet disappearing as he gives himself a look over to see that his clothing was as dry as the desert.

"Into a crowd sounds good. Maybe we should look the part, ya' know? Not that I'm suggesting anything but uhh- we could easily lose them if we made ourselves up to be sort of an item? Holding hands, maybe have your arms over my shoulders, they wouldn't expect a duo who just knocked off a royal manor to be sucking face in the middle of the street. Sounds like a solid idea to me."

He's full of those bright ideas. Lots of 'em.

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"I usually don't have that problem."

But then again she's usually better at slipping in and out of places without being noticed. At his suggestion though she gave him a look.

"You're really bad at talking to women aren't you." There was a faint grin. "Fine, but you turn into hands I'm drenching you again. I know your reputation."

Though she was a little curious to how a full warm blooded mammal could 'suck face' without you know suckers...