Yeah, but it's different somehow. You know? This whole place is different.
[ Like, she's got a point, and maybe it's just 'cause he's known the Ravagers since he was a kid so they'd all been familiar with it for pretty much ever ... but meeting all of these new guys for the first time as an adult ... it's a little weird. And yeah, sure, he feels a little self-conscious, maybe.
There's a part of him still adjusting to Gamora being here and being real, like at any point she really could just ... disappear. Or he could disappear. Or something bad could happen. ]
I'd gladly talk your ear off any time. [ He wants to hear her adventures too. ] And maybe we'll find some way to meet up.
I agree. There must be a place... something like Knowhere.
( maybe not just, you know, in the skull of an old god. but some sort of neutral ground or meeting point. even pirates need a place to drink and sell their spoils. )
Are you hungry? I can bring something back to our room.
[ It's a bad joke, sure, but Peter chuckles in that way of his — quiet and fond and a little silly.
And he'll look out for a place like what she's describing, because ... well. Yeah. There's gotta be a place they could spend a little more time on a cool new planet, and just ... be. After everything they'd been through, it's those small moments that he's started to look forward to most. ]
They have a great deal of Earth food in the cupboards. Is there anything you miss? I will look for it.
( they don't... often speak of earth. but they are surrounded by those people — his people. and even though the proximity makes her yearn for her own, she would never begrudge him even the tiniest sense of belonging among them, either. )
it takes her a time, and the flagging down of several passer-bys (who probably leave in fear of her interrogatory: 'are you from earth?') before she settles on something called 'chef boyardee'. it is painstakingly cooked according to the instructions.
she retrieves the label three separate times from the garbage just to make sure.
and once it is finished, she dumps it into two bowls on a tray, takes something called a 'root beer' from the fridge and heads to their room, giving him a heads up about her ETA via the earpiece. if he is not there, he will meet her. if he is, perhaps he will be kindly enough to get the door. )
[ As if he would be elsewhere while he's expecting her. Nope. Not this guy. This guy is absolutely pathetic for Gamora, and it's totally lame but like, in a cool way, so it's fine.
The point being that he does clean their room up a bit, sorts the pillows out and flattens the sheets so they aren't scrunched up to one end of the bed, and while Yondu was never great with the more domestic stuff, it's not a half bad job of tidying.
He can hear the rattle of spoons in bowls just past the door, and promptly he hits the button for the doors to slide open and let her through. ]
( the tray gets set down on the room's single desk while she sits down on the edge of the bed, drawing one foot up to hook the heel of her boot on the lip on its side. she collects one of the bowls and draws it closer to sniff at it. she has yet to try it, and she is not certain she would describe its smell as 'good' but it is... not the worst thing she has ever presumed to eat, either. )
Yes. It was made by a man named Boyardee. Presumably he is a great and powerful chef with far-reaching influence.
( at least that's... her takeaway. from the blurb on the side of the can. which she maybe read more than once. )
Oh, yeah. Definitely great and powerful, the guy had a whole enterprise.
[ Peter chuckles, shimmying a little closer (and thus crunching up the bedsheets beneath him) in order to get a better look at the canned pasta served up on unassuming plates, the entire tray looking so much like something his mom might have made for him when he was a kid.
It squeezes something tight in his chest, but it's gone before he even takes another breath. ]
Root beer? Yeah, sure, it's a kind of drink. Why? Oh, man, did you find some? [ He hasn't spotted it just yet. ] I don't think I've had any since I ate Chef Boyardee.
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Date: 2023-09-04 05:08 am (UTC)[ Like, she's got a point, and maybe it's just 'cause he's known the Ravagers since he was a kid so they'd all been familiar with it for pretty much ever ... but meeting all of these new guys for the first time as an adult ... it's a little weird. And yeah, sure, he feels a little self-conscious, maybe.
Still.
The name does mean everything to him. ]
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Date: 2023-09-12 12:16 am (UTC)( there is a long, considering pause. then: )
We will be separated for some time.
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Date: 2023-09-26 04:29 am (UTC)[ Somehow it's easier when there's a whole lot less of 'em doing stuff, making messes, possibly making mistakes.
It feels like there's more on the line.
Speaking of which ... ]
I know. It'll be fine, and we've got these comms devices, right?
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Date: 2023-10-03 06:06 pm (UTC)she wonders if it will come back to her on the ship. she knows so few people.
she hugs her arms around herself, not quite realizing she's done it. childish comforts. )
Yes. We will speak regularly. You can tell me about your adventures.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:10 am (UTC)There's a part of him still adjusting to Gamora being here and being real, like at any point she really could just ... disappear. Or he could disappear. Or something bad could happen. ]
I'd gladly talk your ear off any time. [ He wants to hear her adventures too. ] And maybe we'll find some way to meet up.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:13 am (UTC)( it's a joke. she's just bad at them. )
I agree. There must be a place... something like Knowhere.
( maybe not just, you know, in the skull of an old god. but some sort of neutral ground or meeting point. even pirates need a place to drink and sell their spoils. )
Are you hungry? I can bring something back to our room.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:24 am (UTC)And he'll look out for a place like what she's describing, because ... well. Yeah. There's gotta be a place they could spend a little more time on a cool new planet, and just ... be. After everything they'd been through, it's those small moments that he's started to look forward to most. ]
Yeah! I could eat.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:37 am (UTC)( they don't... often speak of earth. but they are surrounded by those people — his people. and even though the proximity makes her yearn for her own, she would never begrudge him even the tiniest sense of belonging among them, either. )
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:41 am (UTC)Mostly he remembers the candy and the junk food. ]
You know what? Surprise me.
I'll tidy up here in the meantime.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:45 am (UTC)it takes her a time, and the flagging down of several passer-bys (who probably leave in fear of her interrogatory: 'are you from earth?') before she settles on something called 'chef boyardee'. it is painstakingly cooked according to the instructions.
she retrieves the label three separate times from the garbage just to make sure.
and once it is finished, she dumps it into two bowls on a tray, takes something called a 'root beer' from the fridge and heads to their room, giving him a heads up about her ETA via the earpiece. if he is not there, he will meet her. if he is, perhaps he will be kindly enough to get the door. )
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:50 am (UTC)The point being that he does clean their room up a bit, sorts the pillows out and flattens the sheets so they aren't scrunched up to one end of the bed, and while Yondu was never great with the more domestic stuff, it's not a half bad job of tidying.
He can hear the rattle of spoons in bowls just past the door, and promptly he hits the button for the doors to slide open and let her through. ]
Oh man — that smells good.
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Date: 2023-10-04 04:59 am (UTC)Yes. It was made by a man named Boyardee. Presumably he is a great and powerful chef with far-reaching influence.
( at least that's... her takeaway. from the blurb on the side of the can. which she maybe read more than once. )
Do you know what 'root beer' is?
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Date: 2023-10-16 04:31 am (UTC)[ Peter chuckles, shimmying a little closer (and thus crunching up the bedsheets beneath him) in order to get a better look at the canned pasta served up on unassuming plates, the entire tray looking so much like something his mom might have made for him when he was a kid.
It squeezes something tight in his chest, but it's gone before he even takes another breath. ]
Root beer? Yeah, sure, it's a kind of drink. Why? Oh, man, did you find some? [ He hasn't spotted it just yet. ] I don't think I've had any since I ate Chef Boyardee.