“ Alright, then. ”
Hopping out of bed, getting a shirt and some pants on quickly and then putting on his shoes, yawning as he stumbles out of his room.
@moonlitray « A.S.A.P. ”
Shaking his head, he stretches his back and arms out, yawning.
“ What're you up to? You gettin' up from some beauty sleep? Because I gotta tell ya, it worked. I don't even know how it did, you're already beautiful, yet here ya are even prettier than
« to a vacuum cleaner. ”
Turning back around to face the stars, he lets out a yawn, cracking his knuckles and stretching. Starting up his ritual before heading into a mission.
“ Oh yeah, right, sure. /Groot's/ the only one doing that. ”
While it's only a minor problem for Peter, those mixtapes are very personal to him. It's still really weird living with people on the same ship that can just access his things whenever.
“ It's crazy that he »
“ Like— ( seriously ).
The ‘destroyer’ here
obliterates our food supply
like it’s his full-time gig. “
Keeping himself rambling does nothing but make it more obvious, and yet for the sake of ( trying ) to be convincing… ?
He keeps to whatever rant he’s got on a line.
« like 99% convinced at this point the dude's got a friggin' black hole for a stomach.
We seriously need to figure out like a whole separate budget for just his diet.
Every time I try and tell him to stop he doesn't even listen, like I'm not even there. It's like talking »