[ Oh, okay, they haven't exchanged maybe fifty words, and she's already having Peter hold her purse???? rude
But he does take the bags, and he does heft them onto his opposite shoulder; no point in fucking off with them -- he's got a general idea of what they contain, and he's not dickish enough to make off with survival supplies and leave someone in the dust.
Peter peers into the distance once she points out the direction, and he nods. ]
Looks as promising as anything. [ A pause, then, ] I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord. [ They don't, really, but he tries, bless his heart. ]
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But he does take the bags, and he does heft them onto his opposite shoulder; no point in fucking off with them -- he's got a general idea of what they contain, and he's not dickish enough to make off with survival supplies and leave someone in the dust.
Peter peers into the distance once she points out the direction, and he nods. ]
Looks as promising as anything. [ A pause, then, ] I'm Peter, by the way. Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord. [ They don't, really, but he tries, bless his heart. ]