There would be no judgment. And if Trevor actually managed to convince the robots to open a tab on someone's else name, Peter would be thoroughly impressed. But never say never, man, especially on this planet.
Listen and learn, friend. Peter will happily impart all his knowledge on Trevor and teach him the best 80s' lingo like 'Radical' and 'Tubular AF', as well as all sorts of alien swearing words. It would be awesome. Trevor would be able to get on everyone's nerves just by maxim them up and repeating them wrong.
If Peter noticed Trevor eating at an alarming rate, he wasn't too bothered. He had credits and food at home, while Trevor was new here and had none of the sort. It would be a dick move to complain about the obviously hungry man trying to eat as fast as possible.
Peter scrunched up his nose at both the mental image of throwing up and at Trevor opening his mouth. Yeah, he was no longer hungry. With a sigh, he gave in and pushed the plate even closer to Trevor after grabbing one last crab leg to munch on.
"Can't say I did, but I lost count of how often people had tried to knee me in the balls." And a few succeeded, especially Gamora. Why people (or occasionally confused friends) always went for that soft part of his body was beyond Peter. It was unsportsmanlike, he really wished they didn't.
If it was really been that long, then Trevor is due for a hot, relaxing bath. Smelling better than horses is a bit of a must around here if one wanted to get laid, not like Trevor was concerned about that right now, being new and all.
The world was probably not ready for Rocket and Trevor meeting, and the shenanigans they could get up to together. Peter's blood pressure was not ready for such a thing.
"That's understandable. The first weeks here, I thought I was just going through some sort of hungover-induced dream. And Sypha is...? Your girlfriend? Wife? Friend with benefits?"
At that, Peter gave a small amused grin followed by another understanding nod. A strong girlfriend with a temper was something he was familiar with. If Gamora were here, she wouldn't like this place one bit. But IF Gamora were here, Peter wouldn't look at anybody else, and he wouldn't need to use sex as means to survive. He would probably also cry a lot upon seeing her again, but that was neither here nor there.
"Oh, I don't trust any of them either. I've met plenty of gods in the past, one of them is even part of my team back home. They're always trouble." But they weren't all completely horrible. Thor and Peter argued nonstop, yet the God of thunder did the right thing when it mattered and never hurt people who didn't deserve it despite being one of the strongest beings in the universe. Credit where credit was due.
"Easy, there. Don't worry, it's just fancy tech..." Peter put a hand on Trevor's forearm, aiming for comfort, as he took a look at his A5 card. "See the listed kinks? If you do anything that appears on the card, it counts as an action that can be exchanged by a reward."
Lifting his own arm, Peter tapped the bracelet and his A5 card came into view.
"See, we both have dirty talk and hair pulling..." Peter pointed to the right squares on Trevor's screen. "Lets' says we mess around, and you end tugging at my hair, or I did that to you...then you could check off that square and ask for something in return. More quality booze, for example."
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Listen and learn, friend. Peter will happily impart all his knowledge on Trevor and teach him the best 80s' lingo like 'Radical' and 'Tubular AF', as well as all sorts of alien swearing words. It would be awesome. Trevor would be able to get on everyone's nerves just by maxim them up and repeating them wrong.
If Peter noticed Trevor eating at an alarming rate, he wasn't too bothered. He had credits and food at home, while Trevor was new here and had none of the sort. It would be a dick move to complain about the obviously hungry man trying to eat as fast as possible.
Peter scrunched up his nose at both the mental image of throwing up and at Trevor opening his mouth. Yeah, he was no longer hungry. With a sigh, he gave in and pushed the plate even closer to Trevor after grabbing one last crab leg to munch on.
"Can't say I did, but I lost count of how often people had tried to knee me in the balls." And a few succeeded, especially Gamora. Why people (or occasionally confused friends) always went for that soft part of his body was beyond Peter. It was unsportsmanlike, he really wished they didn't.
If it was really been that long, then Trevor is due for a hot, relaxing bath. Smelling better than horses is a bit of a must around here if one wanted to get laid, not like Trevor was concerned about that right now, being new and all.
The world was probably not ready for Rocket and Trevor meeting, and the shenanigans they could get up to together. Peter's blood pressure was not ready for such a thing.
"That's understandable. The first weeks here, I thought I was just going through some sort of hungover-induced dream. And Sypha is...? Your girlfriend? Wife? Friend with benefits?"
At that, Peter gave a small amused grin followed by another understanding nod. A strong girlfriend with a temper was something he was familiar with. If Gamora were here, she wouldn't like this place one bit. But IF Gamora were here, Peter wouldn't look at anybody else, and he wouldn't need to use sex as means to survive. He would probably also cry a lot upon seeing her again, but that was neither here nor there.
"Oh, I don't trust any of them either. I've met plenty of gods in the past, one of them is even part of my team back home. They're always trouble." But they weren't all completely horrible. Thor and Peter argued nonstop, yet the God of thunder did the right thing when it mattered and never hurt people who didn't deserve it despite being one of the strongest beings in the universe. Credit where credit was due.
"Easy, there. Don't worry, it's just fancy tech..." Peter put a hand on Trevor's forearm, aiming for comfort, as he took a look at his A5 card. "See the listed kinks? If you do anything that appears on the card, it counts as an action that can be exchanged by a reward."
Lifting his own arm, Peter tapped the bracelet and his A5 card came into view.
"See, we both have dirty talk and hair pulling..." Peter pointed to the right squares on Trevor's screen. "Lets' says we mess around, and you end tugging at my hair, or I did that to you...then you could check off that square and ask for something in return. More quality booze, for example."