[It is like a dance. Gamora doesn't quite know the steps to this new song. She doesn't like to be in the dark, to not understand, and would rather have all the information at her disposable to form a plan of action. She isn't a fan of flying by the seat of her pants, prefers strategy, even if she knows that sometimes adjustments need to be made. Have to be made.
That gentle stillness that looms, seemingly for an eternity although it is perhaps two seconds before there is that slow nod of her head.]
The bananas are mine. For tomorrow. But... consolidate something, together.
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That gentle stillness that looms, seemingly for an eternity although it is perhaps two seconds before there is that slow nod of her head.]
The bananas are mine. For tomorrow. But... consolidate something, together.