[That familiar face jolts to attention at the sound of life outside the pages. Richie blinks, shock fading to confusion. He knows the face, but where to place it?
Then with a snap of the fingers and a point thereafter:]
Star Lord.
[He claps the book shut and paints on a smile. Vocally he sounds peachy keen, but his skin needs to bump up the hue before the illusion's complete.] I'm right, am I not? Gamora's most modest man.
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Then with a snap of the fingers and a point thereafter:]
Star Lord.
[He claps the book shut and paints on a smile. Vocally he sounds peachy keen, but his skin needs to bump up the hue before the illusion's complete.] I'm right, am I not? Gamora's most modest man.