[ It takes a few moments, but soon the door opens on a haggard-looking Peter Quill. He has a hand at his waist, where a certain Siren may recall was the site of a pretty recent injury. His eyes widen and he pales all the more when he sees who he's greeting.
Shit.
He swallows hard before trying to look totally nonchalant, leaning on the door frame. ]
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Shit.
He swallows hard before trying to look totally nonchalant, leaning on the door frame. ]
Uh. Hey. Something up?
[ Busted. ]