⤳ @st4rlord, asked: ‹ I don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now. ›
There's been a trend as of late of Rogue finding herself in a particularly precarious situation, coming to while hanging from some chains upside-down and unaware of her exact location. Alright, it's happened, like, twice now, but two times is weird, right? She blows a loose strand of hair out from her eyeline and glares down at him, a mightily furious look about her. The frustration brews from the predicament, obviously, but secondarily from the fact that if she's seeing Starlord, she's most likely in space, and that's concerning. Last thing she knew she was taking a stroll down eighth avenue looking for a place to grab a decent coffee. How the hell was she going to find that out here? ❝ You could start by figurin' out how to cut me down. Unless you're looking for an engraved invitation, Space Cadet. ❞ She wriggles her fingers, wondering if maybe she could just get free enough that she might leverage her own strength against the bonds, but no dice. She's gonna need external intervention. ❝ Ah'm serious, all the blood's rushin' to my head and it's makin' me woozy! Can you move your ass a little faster, please! ❞
