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Empathy crossed an angular visage, a hint of pity glittering behind jade hues. Peter Quill may have lacked people skills, but he knew when to step back from the sarcastic and teasing department. ". . What happened to you? I mean— how in the hell did you survive?" x.com/PriestessMunro…

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"Where did you get — you know what, that's not important." Peter's not complaining, because it's actually working. "I'm cool, now." Is it a joke, or is Peter just feeding his own ego? Probably both. x.com/DevotionToLove…

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"Okay, that was weird." Peter muttered as auburn brows furrowed inward; jade hued optics ducking behind a series of surprised blinks. "Do you do card tricks, too?" x.com/DevotionToLove…

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Peter's heart ached for the woman. He could only assume her mother hadn't made it out; and Quill of all people understood how [ that ] felt. He wasn't about to push the topic any further, either. Instead, the celestial chose to divert the topic "I. . Uh— I like what's going -- x.com/PriestessMunro…

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"You know, out of all of the planets I've been to ( and believe me, there's a lot ), Earth is still my favorite." He may be a little biased, but that's okay. "The people are," Cue a series of faux coughs to mask his words, " [ way ] more attractive." x.com/PriestessMunro…

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"Hey, a little try goes a long w—," If there ever was a 'record scratch' moment, that would be it. "I'm sorry, but did you just say [ godly powers ] ?" x.com/DevotionToLove…

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Damn. He's in a corner, here. Quill- 0 Devil Spawn- 1 "Alright [ fine ], I'll . . save the planet. But, not for you. For David Bowie. And David Hasselhoff." x.com/LogisticalBard…

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"Ah, you are, huh?" A smirk pulled at the corners of brims that were ever-so-slightly parted, emerald orbs mirroring his opposite's actions; sweeping across Ororo's frame before flicking back up to catch her gaze. x.com/PriestessMunro…

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Did he take a step closer? Yes. Yes he did. "Well, lucky for [ you ], I've got a thing for badasses." Having a storm at the palm of your hand was pretty high on his scale. x.com/PriestessMunro…

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". . You — ?" He doesn't know if he's offended that this kid was yanking his chain, or if he's honored that the boy knows him by [ Starlord ] "You're welcome, little guy. Now would've been an appropriate time to ruffle your hair, but the hats in my way So." Pats back instead x.com/LogisticalBard…

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Peter's jade gaze shamelessly dropped, hues lingering for a moment before auburn brows arched lightly; dragging his attention up to Ororo's optics once more. "Oh, [ definitely ]." x.com/PriestessMunro…

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"You just won the lottery," Peter retorted, that smirk still confidently placed upon his features. Another step closer ensued, the heel of an old, tattered boot scraping against the ground. x.com/PriestessMunro…

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Peter tilted his cranium to the side slightly, rosy hued brims brushing against Ororo's own set; ultimately connecting. If she slapped him for kissing her, he wouldn't be surprised. It wouldn't be the [ first ] time. x.com/PriestessMunro…