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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [personal profile] beatupgrass 2018-08-31 12:11 am (UTC)

[ Guess who’s still grinning like the little shit he is. ]

Trust me, man. Nobody in the world wants to see the weird shit you think about.

[ He’s picking his way through, just sort of getting a lay of the land. The funny thing is, distracted as he was by the bullshit with the earpieces, Peter has totally and completely forgotten that this crashed station is fucked up and old and held together by shoestring and prayers. It slips his mind that exposed to the elements as this area has been, he should probably keep an eye out for falling debris from overhead or—

Weak deck supports.

It’s kind of like walking out onto a frozen lake, feeling and hearing the ice crack underfoot. Because Peter takes one step, then another, and there’s a sudden worrying groan, a worrying lurch, and Peter freezes.

And when Rocket approaches, Peter frantically holds up a hand. ]


Sssstoooop!

[ And in case he didn’t hear him the first time: ]

Stopstopstop! Stop!

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