[ He gives a quick salute, though it goes unseen when she turns. ]
Sir, yes, sir.
[ He retrieves the drinks as asked, and as he moves over to the table, he eyes the gift on his usual seat. He doesn't usually get gifts -- not without some kind of catch, anyway. Usually it's, "Here's your ship, Quill. Expect a call from us soon." Or, "You can have these guns, boy, so long as you keep runnin' the jobs as well as you have been." There's always some weird, hidden stipulation.
A part of him still sort of expects a caveat, though he tries his best to bury it down. He's always been a paranoid bastard. ]
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Sir, yes, sir.
[ He retrieves the drinks as asked, and as he moves over to the table, he eyes the gift on his usual seat. He doesn't usually get gifts -- not without some kind of catch, anyway. Usually it's, "Here's your ship, Quill. Expect a call from us soon." Or, "You can have these guns, boy, so long as you keep runnin' the jobs as well as you have been." There's always some weird, hidden stipulation.
A part of him still sort of expects a caveat, though he tries his best to bury it down. He's always been a paranoid bastard. ]
What do you usually do on your birthday, anyway?