[ Peter huffed out a sigh, turning to look at Gamora over his shoulder. ]
What, a weird, random bush-bird can’t just like me for— whoa—
[ It nudges him, and Peter rocks back, a hand resting against its beak to catch the bird... thing... as it tries to get his attention. It goes in for another nudge, and Peter laughs a little. ]
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What, a weird, random bush-bird can’t just like me for— whoa—
[ It nudges him, and Peter rocks back, a hand resting against its beak to catch the bird... thing... as it tries to get his attention. It goes in for another nudge, and Peter laughs a little. ]
It’s kinda cute, isn’t it?