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〝тнαт ωαѕ ρяσвαвℓу ℓιкє тнαт ωнєη ι gσт нєяє.〞 ☄ A LOT of RP Experience ☄ Detailed & Literate ☄ Ships w/ Chem ☄ Mostly 616 ☄ Crossover & OC Friendly ☄ Non-Lewd ☄ Not New to Char/Verse 〝ησω ιƒ уσυ ∂ση'т мιη∂, gαℓαχιєѕ ∂ση'т ѕανє тнємѕєℓνєѕ.〞

"Right? Been a while since we flew. Still got the same tricks, or we got some new ones?"

"Sweet! Rocket won't believe he technically got me a job. ...crap, we're not naming names."

"Hyper-drive's disabled, the Kree Empire are on your ass, and there's a strong possibility a shipmate took something without telling you. He's short, hairy and usually angry, but we're not naming names or throwing him to the wolves. They've gotta know these things."

"Good news, I was able to move my plans around. Let's run some space drills. Drill one: How to get across the Milky Way in the shortest period of time possible while avoiding meteor showers."

"Waaiiit wait wait. So, you're saying I'm on YOUR side of the drills?"

"It's NEVER easy. What've we got against easy?"

"Busy that day. Space duties."

"Happy romance day. Space rules state we go steal you something pretty. And expensive. Probably gonna have a space gun-fight - we'll chalk that up as the gift of adventure."

"It /means/ we get to complain that we're heroes, but we don't get to do normal Friday things like everybody else in the galaxy. Unless you'd spend your Fridays punching guys, then you're pretty much living the dream anyway."

"That's what they said when I tried apologising when they wanted to send me to space prison. Didn't mean it anyway so maybe they had a point, but, y'know."

"Oh hey somebody pissed Carol off, excuse me while I hide out over this side of the cosmos-"

"Hi, I'm Star-Lord, and I'm about to make your life reaaaaal interesting."

"What can I say? It's my calling - some guys have the sea, some guys have sports. Me? I'm a space outlaw kinda guy."

Quill laughed, offering her a wink as he buried his hands in his coat pockets. "I got brains. You see 'em all the time when I get myself outta trouble, don't you?"

Now he's got to grin. /Really/ grin. "Yeah, but how would /that/ be either charming /or/ fun?"

"Pass. That's way less exciting than scouring the galaxy for the best loot and gunfights."

"Impossible? No. More like... improbable. As in /it's improbable Peter Quill will continue getting away with everything like he does but damn it he's done it again./"