“Another perfect day in the city with plans that never quite locks its windows. Rooftops were quiet, diamonds were lonely, and I’m feeling lucky as always. Going to break a few security systems and have some fun.”
“Looking out over the city lights tonight, pure magic from up here.
Every sparkle feels like an invitation to dance across the rooftops.
A girl’s gotta admire the view before she steals the night. “
A soft, amused smile curved her lips as she listened, green eyes flicking briefly to the championship belt at his waist before meeting his gaze again. She tilted her head, the tips of her cat-ear costume twitching just a little.
“Somewhere less stuffy sounds perfect. Lead —
"Ah! Well if you would like to continue talking, we can go somewhere and it! These locker rooms can get quite stuffy!''
King offered before glancing down at the championship title that was wrapped around his waist.
"I have usually been in the spotlight and main event scene!-
— the way, Champion.” She offered her hand with an easy, playful flourish. “Felicia Hardy. Pleasure. And don’t worry, I’m not here to steal the spotlight… or the belt.” A light chuckle. “Though 𝐼 am curious about the fighter behind all that strength. You move like someone —
“Dancing, drinking and saving the galaxy. Just another day for Star-Lord.”
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“Good morning, New York.
Another night of soft landings, quiet rooftops, and a few… borrowed treasures. The sun’s up, the coffee’s strong, and this cat is feeling purrfectly content.
Try not to lose anything shiny today.”