OPEN POST;

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OPEN RP POST ① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme) ③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin

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[stealwithit]

[ she smirks ]

Yeah, sure, why don't you? Maybe the three of us can have some fun.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts aloud -- in a seriously stupid way, but at least he doesn't pretend it didn't happen. ]

Yeah, the three of you can have a good time, and one of you can spend half the night tryin' to explain metaphors and figures'a speech. I could do with a night off.

[stealwithit]

[ She tilts her head curiously and hums thoughtfully at his response. Maybe... ]

What if it was you, me, and the assassin instead? Gamora, was it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He sips at his drink, feigning a moment of thoughtfulness, then, ]

--Yep. I'm totally on board with that.

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs. ]

Of course you are. It's nice to dream, isn't it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he heaves an overdramatic sigh and downs the last of his drink. ]

Sometimes that's all a guy's got, Goto.

[stealwithit]

[ she takes a little bit more time to finish hers just since she's so, you know, petite ]

Doesn't have to stay just a dream.

[ then she smirks. ] On my end, anyway. I can imagine your friend kicking your ass for even thinking about something like that.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks contrite at the thought of that, then, ]

Yeeeaaaah. Maybe we keep that little bit of conversation just between the two of us.

[ He waves the bartender over again and closes out their tab, taking care of the payments for their drinks. He splays his hands on the bar, tapping his fingers -- not in impatience, mind, but just because he's the type who's constantly filled with energy. ]

Take your time, kid. Don't want you getting tipsy.

[stealwithit]

[ She casts him a glance over the rim of her glass as she continues to nurse the drink. ]

That was nice of you. You really didn't have to.

Also? Don't you worry your pretty little head, Quill. I can handle myself after a drink.

[ Yup. Totally can. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ You see this look, Kasumi?

This is the look of someone who very much doubts what she just said. Still, he keeps his comments to himself. ]

So, what happened with the trinket you recently acquired, huh? Personal collection or someone else's?

[stealwithit]

[ wow, rude... And she purses her lips because she can totally tell what his look is saying. ]

Personal. I had a long-time client hire me for the job, but they haven't coughed up their end of the deal, so it's mine for now.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wipes the expression from his face, replacing it with one of curiosity. ]

I've gotta wonder -- what is it that Kasumi Goto expects as payment for her services, anyway? That price tag must be through the roof.

[stealwithit]

Depends who's hiring me. There are some people whose connections and power are more useful than their money.

Either way, I'm not cheap. That's only fair, right?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ -- alright, consider his interest piqued. ]

So what about this time? Power or connections or money? Or the warm, fuzzy feeling of knowing you'd get to see me?

[stealwithit]

[ she smirks at him. ]

Definitely that last one. Especially knowing you guys would stand around afterwards wondering what the hell just happened.

[nostalgiabomb]

And lemme guess -- you totally stuck around just to see our dumbfounded faces, right? Did you take pictures?

[stealwithit]

Of course I did. How could I not? That Groot was so perplexed, it was adorable.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He snorts at that. ]

Yeah, "perplexed." I'm pretty sure you've got him convinced you're legitimately a wizard. He's gonna be disappointed as hell when he finds out you're not.

[stealwithit]

[ She shakes her head in disbelief. ]

Wait, am I not? I think I pretty much count as one, considering how good I am. Plus I've been called a witch a few times here and there.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He deadpans, turning and giving her his full attention. ]

Alright, then. What number am I thinking of?

[stealwithit]

[ Without even missing a beat: ]

Sixty-nine.

Or three. Three's fine, too.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a buzzer noise -- they have buzzers in this reality, surely. ]

Wrong on both counts, Goto.

It was a trick question: I don't know how to count.

[ A beat, then, ]

No, actually, it was five. But still.

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs and shakes her head. ]

I'm so glad you can count at least to five, apparently.

But fine. I'm not a witch or a telepath, in this case, but I can't blame your friend for thinking I'm one.

[nostalgiabomb]

But you can blame yourself for not being able to pull a rabbit out of a hat whenever you guys properly meet.

Think of the heartbreak on his face, Goto.

[stealwithit]

[ she tilts her head at him. ]

Planning on introducing me to the family, are you, Quill?