Yeah, and you seem to be doing such a great d'ast job of it, ( he mutters, roughly pushing the duvet away and disentangling himself. he's dressed in exactly what he fell asleep in: a long-sleeved black t-shirt that's rumpled and crinkled from several straight days of wear, cargo pants, and muted grey socks that were presumably at one point white.
in spite of the really good night's (question mark) sleep he's just had, he's dishevelled in the way that only someone who's Going Through Some Shit might be — his hair, curling softly at the ends, desperately needs a cut and his facial hair is in the midst of being undecided if it's just stubble or if peter's, like, in the process of growing an actual beard.
he runs a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his eyes and pointedly, deliberately turning his attention away from rodney. he's definitely not part of the guardians, definitely wasn't amongst the group he and groot had picked up at the outskirts of space. flarking great.
peter reads the letter whilst rodney waits.
peter reads the letter and finds he can't concentrate, finds he can't stop himself from glancing at rodney's foot every other word, because the tapping is like nails on a chalkboard and peter wonders whether it's deliberate or if this is just how he is.
(is it more or less annoying than groot and his goddamn sawdust? peter's not sure, it's definitely close.) )
Unless your plan is 'annoy Quill until he flarking murders me', because you are doing a great job of that one.
( it's uttered with a little less venom and a whole lot more 'I am too tired for this right now' that signifies, at least, that he's not even remotely serious about doing anything to rodney. )
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in spite of the really good night's (question mark) sleep he's just had, he's dishevelled in the way that only someone who's Going Through Some Shit might be — his hair, curling softly at the ends, desperately needs a cut and his facial hair is in the midst of being undecided if it's just stubble or if peter's, like, in the process of growing an actual beard.
he runs a hand through his hair, brushing it away from his eyes and pointedly, deliberately turning his attention away from rodney. he's definitely not part of the guardians, definitely wasn't amongst the group he and groot had picked up at the outskirts of space. flarking great.
peter reads the letter whilst rodney waits.
peter reads the letter and finds he can't concentrate, finds he can't stop himself from glancing at rodney's foot every other word, because the tapping is like nails on a chalkboard and peter wonders whether it's deliberate or if this is just how he is.
(is it more or less annoying than groot and his goddamn sawdust? peter's not sure, it's definitely close.) )
Unless your plan is 'annoy Quill until he flarking murders me', because you are doing a great job of that one.
( it's uttered with a little less venom and a whole lot more 'I am too tired for this right now' that signifies, at least, that he's not even remotely serious about doing anything to rodney. )