User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-5837525-20150911012525

Star-Lord: Well, you're a lot of fun...

Gamora: And you're as money-hungry as Rocket. Come along.

Star-Lord: H-Hey! Watch the leather!

(Gamora drags Star-Lord out into the hallway.)

Star-Lord: What's gotten into you today?

Gamora: We need to talk, Quill. About our current situation.

Star-Lord: What situation?

Gamora: This. Us. Being here. Our settling on this planet was only supposed to be temporary.

Star-Lord: ...I-I know that...

Gamora: Do you? You seemed rather content to break bread with the ponies in that room. But in case you have forgotten, Quill...

(Gamora briefly glances behind her to make sure no one's eavesdropping.)

Gamora: ... we are not ponies!

Star-Lord: I know, I know...! *sigh* You're right. We obviously can't stay here forever. We're the Guardians of the Galaxy, not the Guardians of... whatever this planet is called.

Gamora: As long as you understand. We should start making preparations to move on.

Star-Lord: Wait.

Gamora: Hmm?

Star-Lord: Just... a little while longer. These guys may be badass superheroes, but they still need help. Our help. You've seen the kind of baddies they fight. Makes Ronan look like a teddy bear. ...Just a little bit longer, Gamora. We help them through their current crisis, then we leave. I promise.

Gamora: ...

Star-Lord: ...

Gamora: ... *sigh* It seems I was wrong.

Star-Lord: Huh?

Gamora: There may be some honor in you after all.