[ Gamora is completely ready to grab or block whatever thing comes bouncing out of the crate—
But nothing moves.
And then Peter is laughing.
She doesn't need any ushering, and instead, steps closer to get a good look at the newly-delivered crate. Her brows lift, her eyes widening just slightly, and something that's nearly a bemused hint of a smile curls at her lips. ]
... Are you kidding me?
[ Their tiny twiggy terror is snoring softly inside of the kennel, looking no different from the last time she'd seen him before tumbling through the portal. He looks fine, and like himself, and she supposes that this at least explains why he was delivered to their apartment. ]
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But nothing moves.
And then Peter is laughing.
She doesn't need any ushering, and instead, steps closer to get a good look at the newly-delivered crate. Her brows lift, her eyes widening just slightly, and something that's nearly a bemused hint of a smile curls at her lips. ]
... Are you kidding me?
[ Their tiny twiggy terror is snoring softly inside of the kennel, looking no different from the last time she'd seen him before tumbling through the portal. He looks fine, and like himself, and she supposes that this at least explains why he was delivered to their apartment. ]
Should we wake him?