˚₊‧꒰🛸꒱ ‧₊˚ — Peter could barely handle talking to humans, so how was he going to manage to speak to literal aliens? Especially this group. Sure, he'd met some of the Guardians before, and he was fairly certain Starlord was a human too... But the rest of you? He was keeping his mouth shut. Specifically around you.

It wasn't for the fear of your personalities not clashing, he wasn't even sure what your personality was like. You'd barely spoken all evening, and truthfully; he couldn't even tell what gender you were! .. or, if your species even had genders.

He sat on one of the windows in the Milano, staring out in the window at stars he'd only ever seen as specs, hoping to occupy himself with anything other than embarrassment.

"Peter, is it?" You interrupted, your voice still too quiet to determine a gender. Regardless, he jumped at the sound, turning to face you.

"Oh, uh- yeah! Yeah. Peter. And your name is....?" He prompted the question, giving you an awkward smile as he shuffled over, giving you room on the window seat if you needed it.