IC CONTACT ✴ Haven RPG

[phaselocknroll]

"Maya here. Leave me a message."

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ 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. ]

Uh. Hey. Something up?

[ Busted. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Oh, super busted. ]

What's with the guilty look, Peter? I just came to pay you a visit.

[nostalgiabomb]

Guilty look? No, man, that's just my face.

[ he moves away from the door, making room for her to enter. ]

Come on in.

[phaselocknroll]

Oh, is that all. [ She steps inside and turns to face him, hands on her hips ]

And how are you feeling?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smirks. ]

Aww, Maya. I didn't know you cared.

[phaselocknroll]

Well, it's a funny thing, really. Because I found a box of ammo outside my door, but you're the only person who has offered to bring me ammo, and I distinctly remember telling you to wait before heading North.

So I just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Shit.

Uh. ]

Weird. But I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything stupid lately. I mean, sure, in general? But, uh. Lately? Not sure.

[phaselocknroll]

Peter.

You look like shit.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He pulls a face. ]

Wow, rude. That how you greet all your friends?

[phaselocknroll]

Only the ones I suspect of pushing themselves too far.

Seriously, Peter. The bullets could have waited.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Primly, as he's easing himself down into a seat. ]

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She just gives him a flat look, raises her hand, and does the healy not-a-phaselock thing. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh shit.

For a second there? He totally thought she was doing the phaselocky thing, because that did not seem equal to a small white lie.

But then-- okay, he's letting out a breath, the tenseness going out of his body. ]

... Thanks.

[phaselocknroll]

No problem.

Thank you for the ammo.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but he still shrugs a shoulder. ]

Still dunno what you're talking about.

[phaselocknroll]

I think you do, and unless you can prove otherwise, I'll keep on believing that you do.

[nostalgiabomb]

Maya. I'm injured. I'd never make such a reckless choice.

[phaselocknroll]

[ you see this look, Peter? You're getting it. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ ... erk. He, uh. He gulps quietly. ]

I mean, sure, I have made dumb choices. But. Not, um. Within the past day or so?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She holds it on him a bit longer, just to watch him squirm, before heaving a sigh and moving to sit down herself. ]

I guess it can't really be helped. What's done is done.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ oh thank god. ]

Honestly, I was going crazy just sitting around.

[phaselocknroll]

I know. Nobody wants to be laid up, but I do have your best interests in mind, really.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smiles a little. ]

I thought you weren't technically a doctor?

[phaselocknroll]

That doesn't mean you're the first wounded person I've treated.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He puffs out a breath. ]

How long should I be waiting, then?