[ Peter Quill is not the type to go to fancy parties, unless he's guarding someone or stealing something -- in both cases, he's usually in the background, and he doesn't have to worry about fitting a particular role. If it's a con, usually he just borrows something and ditches it when he's accomplished whatever it is he set out to do.
As good as her word, Peter returns to find a package waiting for him -- and everyone looks a bit suspicious, though he's assured it's been scanned for tracking devices or possible explosives. So that's comforting. He moves into his quarters and finds a suit, and weirdly enough, it does, in fact, fit.
The hows and whys of that are a little concerning, but-- he'll let it slide. This time.
He arrives at their meeting place a few minutes early, and as he's approaching the city gates, he's fidgeting with his sleeve. His weaponry is holstered beneath his coat, carefully smoothed down to avoid them peaking out in his silhouette. Peter feels thoroughly ridiculous in this get-up, and would much prefer to be wearing a pair of comfortable trousers and his customary red jacket, just about now. ]
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As good as her word, Peter returns to find a package waiting for him -- and everyone looks a bit suspicious, though he's assured it's been scanned for tracking devices or possible explosives. So that's comforting. He moves into his quarters and finds a suit, and weirdly enough, it does, in fact, fit.
The hows and whys of that are a little concerning, but-- he'll let it slide. This time.
He arrives at their meeting place a few minutes early, and as he's approaching the city gates, he's fidgeting with his sleeve. His weaponry is holstered beneath his coat, carefully smoothed down to avoid them peaking out in his silhouette. Peter feels thoroughly ridiculous in this get-up, and would much prefer to be wearing a pair of comfortable trousers and his customary red jacket, just about now. ]