That snarl. I f’ing love that snarl. It’s always plastered, a tiny bit crooked, across that mug.
That walk. That sort of leaning, arms held oddly straight down, swagger-walk.
The looking-at-the-hand move. “Check out my Infinity Gauntlet.”
That smile. It is contagious.
That walk. That sort of leaning, arms held oddly straight down, swagger-walk.
The looking-at-the-hand move. “Check out my Infinity Gauntlet.”
That smile. It is contagious.
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