open rp post 2.0

[spiraea]

OPEN RP POST

❖ pick a partner-in-crime

❖ pick your poison
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au • random prompts ✔︎

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[stealwithit]

[ Here it comes, Peter, an actual, literal Puppy Dog Pout™, complete with an actual puppy whine, as Kasumi just looks on, clapping a hand over her mouth, helplessly moved by the power of this dog. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter, it seems, has developed an immunity for Puppy Dog Pouts™, and rather than respond to it directly, he rests his hand on Indy’s head, keeping him in place, and turns to look up at Kasumi. ]

Man, you’re a pushover, Goto.

[stealwithit]

[ Voice still muffled by her hand, she says: ] Am not.

[ Except that she pretty much is, when it comes to Indy and his pouting. ]

Anyway, I guess the others can watch him while we run off and have our own fun for a bit. [ A beat. ] Do we trust the others to watch him while we run off and have our own fun for a bit?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oof. Now there's a difficult question to answer. ]

... Maybe Drax or Gamora. Exclusively. Possibly Groot, as long as we give him strict instructions to keep the little guy away from Rocket's projects.

[stealwithit]

[ She taps on her chin thoughtfully. ]

Hmm... Yeah, I think I could roll with that. It could be a good team-building exercise for the rest of them, even.

[ She says it with a playful note; and though the Guardians already make a rather swell team, taking care of a pup is a whole different game. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The thought makes Peter wince again, as he peers down at Indy. A thousand scenarios seem to run through his head as his eyes wander. ]

... On second thought, maybe we should take him.

[stealwithit]

[ Kasumi watches Peter's expression progress, and she can pretty much guess what's running through his mind as she does so. When he rescinds, she chuckles. ]

Probably, but maybe we should also wait until he's a little bit older, yeah? Maybe we can teach him to be all fierce.

... I wonder if Cosmo can impart some of his power to Indy, or something.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. ]

I'm not an expert or anything? But I'm entirely sure that's how his weird, psychic-dog powers work.

[stealwithit]

[ Man, she loves his laugh, and she can't help but smile when he does. ]

I bet he just has to put his paw on Indy's head. That's how it works. Like a Vulcan mind meld, only with psychic doggy powers.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins up at her, something boyish and bright and endlessly amused, and he rests his palm flat against his chest. ]

Holy shit. Look at you, referencing Star Trek.

I've never been so proud in my life.

[stealwithit]

[ She wipes a pretend tear from her eye. ]

Aw, shucks. I've worked my entire life for this moment, Peter. I'm so glad.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Solemnly, ] We should commemorate this occasion, somehow. A plaque or a medal or something.

[stealwithit]

[ Not-so-solemnly, ] Only if it's made out of solid gold.

Otherwise, dinner and dancing would do.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pretends to consider this for a moment, then, ]

Yeah, I think we can probably arrange that, at some point.

[stealwithit]

[ She mirrors his expression, looking thoughtful for a moment. ]

--Or a present. A present is fine, too. Surprise me, even.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wrinkles his nose, looking thoughtful. ]

What can a guy even get for the girl who can steal everything?

[stealwithit]

[ Solemnly, she placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, in an almost consolatory gesture. ]

I believe in you, Star-Lord. I'm sure you can come up with at least one present idea for your partner-in-crime.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ With a quiet, thoughtful hum, as Indy shakes himself and sneezes, ] A really giant pack of lint-rollers?

[stealwithit]

[ ... Yeah she's just going to try and shove him over, although she still laughs. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He catches himself with a hand, grinning. Indy, annoyed by the abrupt shift of position, hops off Peter's lap with a quiet, annoyed huff. ]

So, yes? No? I thought it was a good idea.

[stealwithit]

[ She's grinning, too, although she does spare a momentary apologetic look to the dog for the interruption. Still, ]

Obviously. As the song goes, "a kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but lint-rollers are a girl's best friend."

[nostalgiabomb]

See? It's useful and valuable. That, and I'm hoping it comes off as romantically as I want it, too.

[stealwithit]

Have to say, it's a pretty unconventional approach, but that's just how you roll.

[ he brought this on now he has to suffer through puns ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A pause.

Then, a sour look. ]

Don't make me pick up this dog and leave, Goto.

laundry puns? laundry puns.

[stealwithit]

Aw, come on. Don't leave me hanging out here to dry, Peter.