video; @gamora

[godslay]

[ When the camera switches on, Gamora is in her apartment, Godslayer across her lap (diligently cleaned and freshly oiled), and she’s holding her communicator with her usual unreadable expression in place. ]

I want to expand my training opportunities. Those looking to spar or test their abilities – I want a challenge.

[ And with a slight lift of her brow— ]

Or let me know if you simply want others to practice with. Tell me how you prefer to fight, and we can work something out.

[ What a friendly and welcoming message.

… Except definitely the opposite of that.

Gamora is working on that “reaching out” thing, on trying to get a better idea of who and what surrounds her in the city, and she might as well use it as a chance to stretch her legs and potentially come up against a worthy opponent or two. ]

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[godslay]

[ With her wrists released, Gamora sets her empty hands on the back of the couch instead. ]

Yes.

Now are you going to wait for me to tell you when you can come watch me or simply find out for yourself?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He points out he could just snoop scope out whenever she made her arrangements, what with this still being a public forum, but he also knows that’s weird and creepy to just show up without her leave. ]

Tell me when, and I can be there with pom-poms and an aggressively sunny disposition.

[godslay]

That would be another distraction.

[ No pom-poms, clearly.

Though she really can't do much about whatever disposition, sunny or otherwise, he decides to bring along for the ride. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Blandly, ]

The sunny personality is too much, huh?

[ yes pom-poms. ]

[godslay]

You're going to lose your invitation.

[ Which isn't the most potent threat, but. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Aww, Gamora. Is that really any way to treat your one-man cheering squad?

[godslay]

Did I ask for a cheering squad?

[ No, no, she did not. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

You don't just ask for a cheering squad. [ and he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ] Sometimes, you just get one.

[godslay]

Then how do I send it back?

[nostalgiabomb]

How dare you.

[ in the flattest voice in the galaxy. ]

[godslay]

[ And equally flatly: ]

Ditch the pom-poms.

[nostalgiabomb]

What? But that's, like, an integral part to the cheer experience!

[ especially considering Peter's primary exposure to cheering comes almost entirely from high school movies, where cheerleaders were frequently in their uniforms for almost the entire film. Just in case the audience forgot they were cheerleaders. ]

[godslay]

You're distracting enough as-is, without any additional... [ She pauses, waving a hand vaguely. ] ...flailing.

[nostalgiabomb]

Dude. Come on.

In what way am I distracting?

[godslay]

By existing.

[ Which is not actually intended to be flattering, but. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ It certainly doesn't sound flattering. ]

... Real nice, Gamora.

[godslay]

[ In an attempt to explain just a tiny bit more: ]

You draw attention to yourself. It's difficult not to look at you.

[ ... Because he's gregarious. Clearly. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets the words sink in for a moment, pressing his lips together.

Then, brightly, ]

On account of my being so handsome, you mean.

[godslay]

That definitely was not what I said.

[ But it's also not necessarily untrue.

Not that Gamora would ever outright feed his ego. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

But it was implied.

[ that's fine man no one needs to feed the fire that is Peter's pride.

he does it well enough on his own. ]

[godslay]

Or you have an unruly imagination.

[ Potentially both. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Nah. I'm pretty certain of my good looks.

[ Definitely both. ]

You're okay to say I'm handsome, you know. The sighted world is already pretty aware of it, so it wouldn't be telling me anything new.

[godslay]

If you're already certain of it, then why do you need me to tell you?

[ Still... not... saying it. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Clearly you've never heard of positive affirmations.

Sometimes, it's just nice hearing things aloud from other people.

[godslay]

Your ego is big enough already. You do not need my help.

[ — And the word comes before she pauses to think about it, though she tries not to let that flicker of realization cross her face. ]