purrsuasion:

oh, that’s rich !  calling her livid would be the understatement of the century, because here he is, all high-and-mighty, rifling through her things as though she isn’t right there. so, naturally, her instinct is to resort to violence, in some capacity. she steps in front of him and, without a second thought, slaps him in the face, nice and hard. it’s not exactly her go-to move, but she realizes on impact that he’s wearing that stupid mask, and she pulls her hand back, wincing, immediately, in pain. idiot move !  god !

“How old are you ?  Twelve ? ”  – sure, they didn’t part on good terms (  & even that was a stretch  ), but this was a new low. it’d guarantee a long-lasting hatred, unless he stopped, and he likely wouldn’t. why ?  because he’s just as prideful as she is, and because, for some reason, he can’t wrap his thick skull around the idea of leaving well enough alone.

all of this – from the last time they’d talked to his little show, just now – makes her pause just long enough to wonder how they’d ever gotten along, even became some semblance of friends (  or something else, not that she’s ever been good at defining much of anything past a fling – and maybe that’s what he was  ). in truth, all this makes her think is that he’s a regret, plain and simple, an idiot with a spaceship that’s compensating, in some capacity.  —– all right, all right; maybe that’s a step too far, and maybe she’s just being mean. you never know.

        “Cut it out for a minute, before Batman and the Justice Brigade show up and make this an even bigger mess than it has to be.”  that’s not a threat on her end, either —– his little stunt with the milano earlier would’ve been a blip on their radar. she doesn’t want any part of it.  “You want something, you ask. End of story. Dickweed.”

          _{now that he’s getting under her skin, quill is beginning to feel just a bit better about the whole thing. strange reaction, once you take into consideration the fact that he isn’t too fond of this whole falling out to begin with. making her feel something – ANYTHING – is nothing short of a victory in his book. it’s so much better than just letting her saunter off, all smiles & swagger, not giving a damn. having that shoe on the other foot is empowering; ironic since this planet seems to worry all about the strengthening of a woman’s will. that kind of shit isn’t a problem anywhere else, gender meaning so little to people out there. selina would fit in nicely, he thinks.} 

          _{once she attempts to strike him, quill just cants his head, staring at the woman from beyond the veil of steel. it’s a wordless question of disbelief that she’d even try, & part of him actually finds it pretty funny. but he’s quick to turn back to her private space, being thorough in his search for anything resembling a duplicate. he wouldn’t put something like that past her. he’s done that kind of shit himself, after all, so he knows (in part) what to expect.} 

          _{the audaciousness of her bullshit is truly astounding, the first sound coming from beyond his mask being a mere scoff. oh, how he wants to reply to that whole notion she’s presented – asking her for their score back. obviously! why didn’t he think of that?! she was so adamant about ripping him off – that’s how all of this started to BEGIN with – so the next step anyone would think of is to ask nicely for their haul back. so let all those heroes come rolling through, he’ll just be able to explain the situation; turn them against selina with ease, since he’s part of a reputable organization of heroes himself & she’s a known thief & liar.}

          _{after picking through a few drawers & pulling a couple things out from the closet, he turns to the bag on the ground, unzipping it to confirm it’s contents. in the back of his mind, he’s questioning her insult – dickweed? really?}