#takesordersfromahamster

[xfloracolossus]

+6 saplings

paranoidandcomplicated not-malcolms-snowman-anymore takesordersfromahamster damnedbethedog demolitionmayhem morgmot

Did you call for me? "I am Groot?"

[whattheflark-a]

I want the K {My finger slipped oopsie}

4: Forehead Kiss

      To say he got into trouble yet again would — well, that would not even be an understatement anymore. It would be the understatement. Completely. It takes the record for that word and defines it anew. But it's not his fault, okay?

      ... good, okay, maybe it is.

      It totally is, okay, he admits it.

      And maybe he gets purposely into trouble just to chat up some of the Nova guys, okay, who counts? It's not like he'd be, like, a normal person and just walk over and say hello. That'd be just plain boring. No, anyone could do that — thus, he won't. Nope.

      It's not like he waited for them or anything — why would he do that, really, he's not that dumb, that would be an absolutely foolish thing to do, wow, where would you even get the idea, that's totally not why he is all sprawled over the place, legs up in the frame of a window, and playing with — well, whatever the hell this is. He's also pretty sure there are headhunters. Well, he knows there are. He just sort of hopes Nova Corps are faster, but they take such a ridiculous long time. He's gotta complain about that when they get here. If. He gets sort of worried here actually. Thanks a lot, but he would much rather not deal with some weirdo after his skin just because they made a stop at the drive-in.

      So naturally, his face just lights up when he hears noises — though, he also does pull a grimace, do they ever surprise anyone if they are always that loud, his inner thief is just so offended here — long limps to nearly gracefully (meaning — not at all) getting himself all up into the window frame where he had spent far longer than he wants to admit, and probably far longer than is good for his bones, he will feel that one, but not so much like he might feel things to come, all ready to throw them a bright smile and escape over the roofs — and he's sort of taken down by the fact of just who storms in.

      Huh. Almost sure he's been told the man was dead. Almost sure that has been months ago. He expected some recruits maybe — sent after him as they knew he was not actually harm, training, just to toy with the kids — and he wonders, briefly, if there is a particular reason for why he's here. If he asked, maybe.

      Now, that'd just be hilarious, wouldn't it?

      Actually, it puts him off enough that he almost loses balance, and that's not a good thing when behind you are several meters of well, thin air, and then a few tons of very solid stone. He catches himself before he does, slipping into the room rather than out of it. Takes the movement more involuntarily to stumble several steps inside, too.

                  "You made me believe you're dead."

      It's about the same voice as if he just accused him of taking the last cookie, and he hisses under his breath. He needs a new strategy, because as much as he loves playing with them, he's not too keen on getting imprisoned yet again, really. So, distraction it is — that he's good at.

      So yeah, that's totally what it is when he moves to press a light kiss against the other's forehead without warning (he's not checking that this man is actually there, not just a hologram or maybe illusion to get him off guard) — and then he's already halfway out of the door again.