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Peter wrinkled his nose at the nickname. Instead of wallowing, he decided to reach forward and give Foggy a good tickle as payback. So what if he was a little vain? His good looks were one of the things that were notable about him - other than his skills on the battlefield and awesome piloting skills. “Oh, yeah, that really would upset me. Thanks for not doin’ that.”
“Space outlaw turned Earth cop… Somethin’ doesn’t sound right about that,” Peter pointed out, humored by the sentiment. He stole the spot opposite Foggy, fork already in hand. “That’s happened a few times already. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” Used to it as in - planning on staying here long term, used to it? Used to it as in - staying with Foggy until one of them died of old age or injury, used to it? Peter swallowed. “Like your snoring.” Another jest, said with a smile.
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Foggy squealed and tried to step back but it was no good, he snorted and laughed, “Mercy! Mercy!” he yelled trying to curl up till Peter let up with him. Taking a breath he shook his head before stepping up to Peter, slyly reaching his hands under the other’s t-shirt and brushing them against the other’s hairy chest, “You are still the most handsome Star Lord in all the land,”
Turning back to their dinner he chuckled, “I’ve heard crazier things, like a mass murdered saving a lawyer from space monsters and running around with a van pulled by goat.” And that wasn’t even a joke. “My snoring is iconic Sir,” he said, sitting down and picking up his cutlery, “It’s how I earned my nickname. Matt started calling me ‘Foggy’ cause I snored like a foghorn.” He’d thought it was funny and anything was better then ‘Franklin’ if he was being honest.












