slushfund | fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

[leaning onto his elbows, hiruma's head drops back with a throaty laugh, and he stares at the ceiling with a wide smirk.

for a moment, he wonders what jesse would say if he told someone about them — but promptly realizes that there are no consequences to people knowing now. the police here are blind, disposable, virtually useless, and they can fucking run this town now. all of them. no danger of having a partner used against him, killed or worse. no sense in being cautious out of the public eye...

this is hiruma's kind of turf; no one is going to screw with them.]

You wanna' take a guess? I thought it was pretty obvious.

[a sidelong look, eyes creasing mischievously. he wants people to know; everyone who asks or hints. is that strange?]

So don't get all panicky about fuckin' someone close to us. I do that shit on the regular, ya pussy.

[ And as soon as she starts to really think on who it could be, it is almost painfully obvious. How could she not have noticed sooner? Rose admits being oblivious to that sort of thing, honestly, as even subtle affections thrown her direction tend to go over her head.

But this makes sense. They'd been attached at the hip for as long as she could remember knowing either of them; they'd even come together to get her in East. ] No way, [ she whispers, a little awed at the revelation. Her eyes suddenly find a new light and practically sparkle the longer she thinks about him. And Jesse. The more she thinks about them. ] Dude, that's awesome! Why didn't you assholes tell me?

[ ... Admittedly, that makes Hiruma's reaction earlier a little confusing. Had it happened before them? She hopes so because the tinge of guilt ready to settle in her stomach if she'd even so much as potentially come between them isn't all that fun. ]

No one asked.

[a cop-out of an answer, but she doesn't really think she'll get the straight answer. that's the opposite of how they got here, and it's far more entertaining when mystery surrounds the act. content to sit upright, hiruma clicks his tongue at the face she's pulling. that is half of the reason; they were keeping it a secret.

rosalina nurumi is not known for tact or shame (which, ironically, is why the devil likes her in the first place).]

Why did you tell me? Ah? Don't pull guilt trips when you've got no ground to stand on.

[tossing a pillow at her head, as an afterthought.]

[ Rosalina Nurumi is not known for tact or shame for she has absolutely none. ... Unless it's required. Even then, it's hard to say whether she actually does or if she's just damn good at faking it 'til she makes it. ]

No one asked because you... don't, right? It's rude. ... Right? [ WHY ARE YOU ASKING ] I don't know human social etiquette, dude! I just pretend and so far it's seemed to work out the past thirty years.

[ The people is regarded with a quiet 'oof' as she lets it make contact and unceremoniously flop back down onto the bed. ] Okay, okay - Yeah, that's fair. But still! Has this been since Haven?

[rip, sweet sister.]

You're a lost cause. A lost cause.

[repeated for dramatic effect, hiruma's teasing ends when he scoots off of the mattress to roll his shoulders and distance himself from the emotional aspect of knowing someone and sharing intimate details of his life. there's just no way; the barrier has lifted. now that his space is set, he can say anything and make it sound like a suspicious truth or dubious lie.]

What better way to pass time in a horror movie, eh? I'd always wondered how the shower stall got fucked up.

[turning on her with a mischievous look, lips a subtle, subtle curl.]

It started after that.

[ Don't mind the hint of red that lines her cheeks at the mention of the shower stall. Her eyes flit down to the pillow laying in front of her before returning to his back. Every time she'd had to look at the broken stall then it'd brought to mind her shame... Not that she did actually find what had transpired shameful. In fact, it was kind of liberating in a way to let loose like she had.

Like she was doing now. Self-restraint is just something she needs a little practice in. Self-restraint and not worrying so god damn much about what it all means. Or if it means anything. ]

Not like there was much else to do in that place, you're right. I kind of... sort of... made out with Star-Lord too but that got weird.

That's a whole nothing thing though. So are you guys like... officially a thing, or. What?

Ah, I knew he would try to fuck you.

[that much was obvious, and nurumi's a beautiful girl — if a little on the thin side (he couldn't say much about it, with risk of being a hypocrite at the time). that doesn't mean quill was ever going to get there, if the entirety of block one had anything to say about it. there were a lot of things up in the air, in the months he spent in that horrific place, but hiruma enjoyed setting aside time for threatening suitors.]

He seemed like the flaky sort from the get-go, but that's how all heroes tend to be. They fuck everyone in their lives over by being selfish enough to want both a life of crime-fighting and shit like love interests.

[see: hiruma breezing right over the last question out of absolute uncertainty.]

Never trust men, we're all pieces of shit.

[ SPUTTERCOUGH. Ah, yes. Leave it to Hiruma to keep it blunt. ]

I guess it was pretty obvious. [ She was moon-eyed for the dude, anyone could have seen that. ... But it's almost relieving to hear, for whatever reason, that not everyone thought Peter Quill was as great as she'd made him out to be. That maybe it wouldn't have worked as well between them as she imagined it might.

She still thinks he was - no, is - incredible, but that's her. Idealist to the end. ]

Speaking from experience or just got a thing against dudes who like saving their world? [ Universe, in Peter's case. ]

Are you saying that I should find myself a nice wholesome woman to settle down with instead? [ Because she's not actually opposed to that idea, if the right one comes along.

And don't think she didn't notice that question being skipped. That's an answer in and of itself and she'll be having words with Jesse about it soon. ]

Heroes are just idiots keen on dyin' early.

[at least, that's his opinion. every single one he's had the displeasure of meeting has had some overbearing morality they feel the compulsive need to cram down people's throats. hiruma guesses quill wasn't exactly the picture of god-sent anti-sinner, but — he's a guardian of the galaxy.

that has to come with quite a few pious musings.]

Nah, go find someone who makes you wanna' be a better you. If that's a woman, fuck it.

[he doesn't even realize that's some quality advice.]

[ Considering Rose herself falls into the hero archetype in some respects, she supposes that's a fairly true statement. ]

A better me, huh? [ Sometimes, Rose wonders if she'll ever be 'better' than who she is now. Everyone always seems to be striving towards something more and she's no exception. Yet it all kind of starts to seem like hamsters running on a wheel. Going going going absolutely nowhere. ] That sounds nice. I've only known a few people like that, but... who knows. I'm sure I'll come across more.

fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

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idk how my autocorrect got 'people' out of 'pillow' but ok

people are pillows tbf

this is a valid point

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