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PETER QUILL | STAR ★ LORD ([personal profile] starbuckslord) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2014-08-24 11:12 am

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[ Here's a voice people might recognize after not having heard it for some weeks now. Maybe. Because it sounded that like so many other people around here, he's suffering from some illness and his voice might be a little bit closer to raw and shaky. ]

M'not supposed to get sick like this. [ A cough. ]

What good's some lousy fuckin' alien DNA if you still get sick like every other loser from Earth? [ To those who know him and have interacted with him, they might realize that Peter's not in his right mind. The complaining? The use of "fuck" rather than the "flark" he's used due to years of traveling the cosmos back home? The less at hand playful disparaging of his home world? Someone's been foolishly going with less and less sleep in the time he's been staying away from people.

He's starting to get a bit addled and sound like the kid from backwoods Colorado.

There's a sound of something hitting metal and someone tumbling to the floor. Someone kept trying to walk through a door that didn't open like it was supposed to.
]

Goddammi-! [ The feed cuts off. ]
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[personal profile] brassbucket 2014-08-24 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rich blinked. That was. That was very different from even the worst he'd seen from Peter, and that was saying much. He didn't walk, he flew to his friend, unnecessarily touching his brow, then brushing the blond hair back. ]

Right. But even don't mean you get to suffer alone.

When was the last time you took a damn shower?

[ ... what. Rich wasn't up to his usual self, either. He just. Didn't think it okay to succumb to it or something. Nova Prime, dignity of the Corps. Sheer idiocy. All of the above. ]
brassbucket: (Not okay)

[personal profile] brassbucket 2014-08-24 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this wasn't about Rich, so he wasn't even thinking how he was feeling. He was more coherent than Pete, and that was rare something, at least? ]

[ The claim made him angry, though. ]

The flark you have. This is not patrolling, Peter. It's... it's... being a danger to yourself and others!

[ But Rich wasn't unaware that even the casual touch had been painful, so he kept his hands... well. Light, and over Peter's clothes. One supporting hand on each shoulder. And his voice, although anger made the words intense, didn't rise into a yell. ]

We're going to our room. You're getting a shower, a clean change of clothing, and as much of a meal as I can scrounge up for you. Then you'll sleep, and don't tell me you can't.
brassbucket: (Heavy)

[personal profile] brassbucket 2014-08-24 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rich's face, and his voice, softened. ]

's okay. Like you said, you're not supposed to feel like crap. On top of whatever's eating you, I can imagine it's not a fun setup.

Can you walk? Or should I get us over, Nova Express?

[ Even quieter, he added, ]

It's all right, Peter. You've taken care of me so many times. My turn, for a change. It'll be all right.