friends don’t rattle the bars of their cage

After paying Valkyrie (again) Jupiter sank to his haunches and gazed, a smirk on his face, at his newest acquisition. “Well, well, well, isn’t this a strange turn of events,” he said with a grin.

“Didn’t peg you for a damsel in distress but shit, Darya, did you see the way that bitch was looking at you? You are lucky to have such an amazing friend, you know.” He was teasing of course. The humor was irreverent and a touch crude, but what could he do if he didn’t laugh? His options were joke or stand there all awkward and shit, and the latter didn’t sound like much fun at all.