Wasn't he supposed to observe first, then decide whether to open the door?
Star-Lord shouted, "Big guy, are you stupid? Why did you open the door right away?"
Drax turned his head and said, "You're the stupid one. If someone knocks politely, opening the door first is what people should do."
Star-Lord said, "Would you open the door if someone was pointing a gun at you?"
Drax shot him a sidelong look and said disdainfully, "Idiot, I said politely. Is holding a gun polite?"
The hatch had already opened completely.
Hayato walked in.
Rocket Raccoon cried, "I knew I wasn't wrong. It's this guy." He pulled out an energy gun and aimed it at Hayato.
The others also watched the T-shirt-wearing youth warily.
There was nothing wrong with the T-shirt, and nothing wrong with the youth. The problem was that they were in outer space. The combination of the two, without a spacesuit, looked strange no matter how they saw it.
The moment the youth made any suspicious move, the Guardians of the Galaxy would gang up on him.
They just didn't know they couldn't beat him.
Hayato raised both hands and smiled. "Sorry. I was taking a walk after dinner and ended up in your ship's flight path. I heard familiar music coming from the ship, so... fellow Earthlings, mind giving me a ride?"
A walk after dinner... for Hayato, that was more or less what it meant. He had just devoured so much energy in the Dark Dimension, which was like eating. But to the Guardians of the Galaxy, that only made him seem even more suspicious.
Star-Lord frowned. "Earth?"
To Star-Lord, Earth was a painful place buried deep in his heart, one he missed yet did not wish to mention. His mother had died of a brain