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As soon as it loads, will do!
postimg is hit or miss if it loads. |
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Wait, it's just occurred to me I can put it there myself |
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One random day on their space station/homebase/planet whatever it is... Quill: Hey Mylo? Mylo: Ignores and continues working Quill: Mylooo Mylo: eye roll but ignores Quill: Mylo, Mylo, Mylo Mylo: What?! Quill: Cheeky grin Hi Mylo: Celestial beings, please help me not strangle this man- |
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XDD I love that--Alternatively; quill: "in theory something came off... how hard is it to fix... a potential sleeve?" |
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Quill just has half of his sleeve hanging off, holding the other one in his hands. "Sleeve"-- |
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Mylo: facepalm Lord what am I gonna do with you. sigh give me the shirt |
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Oh my stars, Quill would not put another shirt on until he had his favorite shirt back-- |
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XD Mylo would take a day to finish it and go to get water from the kitchen, see Quill shirtless and would probably (on instinct) slap a hand over his eyes and be like, "For the love of the gods! Put a damn shirt on!!" |
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