[ says the asshole who carted around a Sony Walkman for twenty-six years of his life. He frowns down at the Zune, clicking at the buttons. ]
Like, it’s not even—
[ Ah. Hang on. Peter’s in the middle of getting a face full of dirty rag. He splutters for a second before tearing the rag away and shouting at someone off screen, ] Oh, real mature, Gamora— [ and chucking it back.
That done, he wipes at his cheek with the back of his free hand and continues on like he wasn’t just interrupted, ]
no subject
[ says the asshole who carted around a Sony Walkman for twenty-six years of his life. He frowns down at the Zune, clicking at the buttons. ]
Like, it’s not even—
[ Ah. Hang on. Peter’s in the middle of getting a face full of dirty rag. He splutters for a second before tearing the rag away and shouting at someone off screen, ] Oh, real mature, Gamora— [ and chucking it back.
That done, he wipes at his cheek with the back of his free hand and continues on like he wasn’t just interrupted, ]
It’s not even touch-sensitive.