[The miniature glare doesn't go unnoticed. Whoops? It was hardly a night to write home about, Gamora hadn't even spoken to him in months.
Though if she were to start making house calls he'd be hard pressed to shut the door — she's out of this world in stupefying ways, a hard-boiled alien assassin. But hell, Richie has eyes. And she's got a cinematic mystique to her severity, the coyness of her rare smiles. The carefully concealed consideration she harbors underneath both.
Just saying, if Star Lord here doesn't lock that down he might be shit out of luck. Richie bets she turns more than a few heads wherever she goes.
But Peter's quick to cut back to uglier matters.]
Hmm? Uh — in a fashion. [Richie draws back from the shelf, hands seeking shelter in his pockets.] It's not a lot of happy endings, is all. Kind of a drag if I'm being frank. Making me itch for a stiff drink. You seen any likely spots on the way down? I think I'm done rubbing my nose in the books, all I'm going to smell for the next week is old parchment and sweaty fairy palms.
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Though if she were to start making house calls he'd be hard pressed to shut the door — she's out of this world in stupefying ways, a hard-boiled alien assassin. But hell, Richie has eyes. And she's got a cinematic mystique to her severity, the coyness of her rare smiles. The carefully concealed consideration she harbors underneath both.
Just saying, if Star Lord here doesn't lock that down he might be shit out of luck. Richie bets she turns more than a few heads wherever she goes.
But Peter's quick to cut back to uglier matters.]
Hmm? Uh — in a fashion. [Richie draws back from the shelf, hands seeking shelter in his pockets.] It's not a lot of happy endings, is all. Kind of a drag if I'm being frank. Making me itch for a stiff drink. You seen any likely spots on the way down? I think I'm done rubbing my nose in the books, all I'm going to smell for the next week is old parchment and sweaty fairy palms.