[ hanging back, she suffers a burst of quasi-maternal delight when witnessing his fierce charge. little though he is, he's undeniably primal. maybe she should worry more -- the thought nags, briefly, before gamora shelves it in favour of pride.
take that, stinking birds.
gamora's laughter is brief and sharp. like gunfire -- or steel on steel. but she soon after follows him to the near ledge and takes a graceful seat. instead of dangling her legs over the side, she turns her back to the mansion's grounds and sits facing the rooftop's interior. better, she thinks, to keep an eye on him.
a soft hiss to get his attention before she jerks her head lazily toward a fat pigeon some fifteen feet away. ] Can you sneak up on it? Go silently, if you can.
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take that, stinking birds.
gamora's laughter is brief and sharp. like gunfire -- or steel on steel. but she soon after follows him to the near ledge and takes a graceful seat. instead of dangling her legs over the side, she turns her back to the mansion's grounds and sits facing the rooftop's interior. better, she thinks, to keep an eye on him.
a soft hiss to get his attention before she jerks her head lazily toward a fat pigeon some fifteen feet away. ] Can you sneak up on it? Go silently, if you can.