[ Flat and irritated. He really wishes he wasn't so used to folks flipping shit around on him like that. Yondu was a master at it, like some sort of blame-judo-champion. It pissed Peter the hell off.
He pulls a hand through his hair, the movement sharp with frustration, and he heaves out an explosive sigh. ]
Well, what else is there? Do we own a house with a white picket fence? Two-point-five kids and a dog? Do I work a nine to five and own a sensible fucking minivan? What?
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[ Flat and irritated. He really wishes he wasn't so used to folks flipping shit around on him like that. Yondu was a master at it, like some sort of blame-judo-champion. It pissed Peter the hell off.
He pulls a hand through his hair, the movement sharp with frustration, and he heaves out an explosive sigh. ]
Well, what else is there? Do we own a house with a white picket fence? Two-point-five kids and a dog? Do I work a nine to five and own a sensible fucking minivan? What?