video; @star.lord

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Distinguished and not-so distinguished residents of Riverview, hello.

Currently, you are graced with a mugshot of one Peter “Space-Duke” Quill and a view of the messier half of his shared apartment. In his hand is his trusty mp3 player – which boasts at least three hundred songs, holy crap, y’all – and while he has one bud in his ear, the other dangles from the wire. ]

So. Apparently if nothing else, this place has, like, all the music ever. So if I’ve gotta be stuck here, might as well make the most of it, right?

I’m on the hunt for somethin’ new. Tryin’ to play a whole lot of catch up. If anyone’s got any music recommendations, I’m all ears. Songs, artists, albums, weird, avant-garde stuff with a guy saying “number nine” over and over – hit me with your best shot. I’ll try anything once.

Also, uh.

[ A pause, and he turns the mp3 player’s face toward the camera. The screen happily displays the album art of The Best of Earth, Wind & Fire, Vol. 1 while “September” plays. Zunes, man!! Aren’t they rad? ]

Don’t suppose anyone here’s familiar enough with this that they can show me how to add stuff?

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[bunnyhopped]

[ —she can't believe that actually worked. ]

I haven't even said anything yet.

So you came with a date, then. [ A beat, then: ] Wait, wait, she doesn't go by Star-Lady, does she? Or are they another Star-Lord?

[nostalgiabomb]

What? No. To both of those.

[ Though, okay, he kind of likes "Star-Lady," if he's honest. He briefly wonders if Gamora would go by that, if he asked. Like, it'd be kind of cute, right? Having matching call-signs—

No. Wow. Okay. Pump the brakes, Turbo. They aren't even—

No. Okay. No.

(But maybe—)

No. ]

There's nothing to tell, alright? And if there was, it would be none of your business.

[bunnyhopped]

Okay, whatever you say, Star-Lord.

[ She is, evidently, not at all convinced. ]

Just saying, your secret would be safe with me— [ hana no you're literally having this conversation on the network ] just, you know. In case you wanted to talk about your dance partner.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His lips press into a thin line, a mixture of mortification and irritation, and—

God. Is he seriously considering hitting up a kid for dating advice? Has he really sunk that low? Is he really that desperate?

What the hell. ]

There's nothing to talk about, okay?

And anyway, a post on a semi-public network isn't exactly what I'd call confidential.

[bunnyhopped]

[ She points at him with an all-too-serious look on her face when she says, ]

Just you wait, Star-Lord.

[ She even used his call-sign! ]