purple lights

A low growl pulled from Quill. He wasn't a god damn babysitter and yet these puppies seemed to flock to him. If it wasn't Selkie, it was Gem. If it wasn't Gem, it was Barghest. If it wasn't Barghest, it was Arachne. Did they not realize that he didn't like kids? That he didn't like anyone? Ah, but he was on thin ice with his father for not being a team player. 'Go family' and all that...

Selkie pleaded cutely and the brute furrowed his brow. He was so close to telling the girl to fuck off, but a little voice in his head told him to play nice. He didn't want to play nice. He wanted peace and quiet and to take a fucking nap. In the end though, he relented, another rumbling growl reverberating through him. This time it was one of frustration. "Ugh, fine..." he grumbled, but curled his body so that he didn't have to look at her. Maybe she'd go away.

"Speech"