open rp post 2.0

[spiraea]

OPEN RP POST

❖ pick a partner-in-crime

❖ pick your poison
word • picture •  music
au • random prompts ✔︎

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[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.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ This one goes over Peter's head, at least, and he gives her a flat, unimpressed look. ]

Indy and I have a very high standards when it comes to humor, just so you know.

[ – he says, as Indy tries to chew on the zipper of Peter's jacket. ]

[stealwithit]

[ She sighs. ]

Right. And your dog isn't trying to eat your jacket right now.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He purses his lips, shrugging. ]

Your dog, too. And what can I say? He has good taste.

[ apparently as far as puns go, it's "do as I say, not as I do" for one Peter Jason Quill. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Now she's the one leveling an unimpressed look at him. ]

Hypocrite.