[The canine snarl twisting his own face is etched too deep to shake. The rollicking wave of disgust he gets at the very idea is nearly too much to bear. Richie huffs and looks off the other way. Fists clench, feet shift, but he doesn't make to leave. It's an impotent show of outrage, caging in the need to give recompense. To what? To whom?
And fuck, he can't go patting a gal like Gamora on the back over this. He'd get his whole arm bitten straight off, anyone can see that plain. So instead he's left to stew, to avoid glancing at what other secrets might be in the two pictures left unscathed in hand.]
You're not kidding. Oh hell, Gamora, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...He's not here, is he? Or any of the other kids — did you all kill him after?
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[The canine snarl twisting his own face is etched too deep to shake. The rollicking wave of disgust he gets at the very idea is nearly too much to bear. Richie huffs and looks off the other way. Fists clench, feet shift, but he doesn't make to leave. It's an impotent show of outrage, caging in the need to give recompense. To what? To whom?
And fuck, he can't go patting a gal like Gamora on the back over this. He'd get his whole arm bitten straight off, anyone can see that plain. So instead he's left to stew, to avoid glancing at what other secrets might be in the two pictures left unscathed in hand.]
You're not kidding. Oh hell, Gamora, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...He's not here, is he? Or any of the other kids — did you all kill him after?
[If one could hope for happy endings, maybe.]