[Alice hurried over to the gifts. She pulled out all the gifts that had her name on them, her hands running down and along them to see if she could figure out what was inside before opening them.
But first she started with a slender present that had a solid weight to it. She began to open it in a rush, and then paused and blinked at the thin wooden case. She looked it all over, finding the latches that held it close and popped them open before rows and rows of paints, colored pencils, pastels, erasers, crayons, and everything else she could ever want to use to paint or draw was in the case. Her eyes widened and, slowly, carefully, she ran her fingers over each row...]
Look at it... it's... it's incredible... I could... I could paint and color for months and months with this!
[ A little bit more awake now, Peter fetches a chair for Gamora and one for himself, so they can sit together and he can sneak an arm around her waist. God, he needs coffee, but that can wait for now.
Peter watches the excited way in which Alice opened the present, a fond look in his eyes. He remembers being her age and waking up his mom in the same sort of boundless energy, impatient to see what the presents would be. ]
I'm sure we have some paper around but we will have to get you some more. That way you can draw all the things you want.
[Gamora doesn't have a moment like this to call up. While Thanos gave her gifts, it certainly wasn't a heartwarming time. The former assassin isn't thinking about that in the moment. She's sitting beside Peter, head resting against his arm. She is truly content and light; completely present in the moment with them. It's a rare gift for Gamora. She is appreciating it with her entire heart.] You deserve nothing less. I am sure you will fill Asgard with so much beauty.
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But first she started with a slender present that had a solid weight to it. She began to open it in a rush, and then paused and blinked at the thin wooden case. She looked it all over, finding the latches that held it close and popped them open before rows and rows of paints, colored pencils, pastels, erasers, crayons, and everything else she could ever want to use to paint or draw was in the case. Her eyes widened and, slowly, carefully, she ran her fingers over each row...]
Look at it... it's... it's incredible... I could... I could paint and color for months and months with this!
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[ A little bit more awake now, Peter fetches a chair for Gamora and one for himself, so they can sit together and he can sneak an arm around her waist. God, he needs coffee, but that can wait for now.
Peter watches the excited way in which Alice opened the present, a fond look in his eyes. He remembers being her age and waking up his mom in the same sort of boundless energy, impatient to see what the presents would be. ]
I'm sure we have some paper around but we will have to get you some more. That way you can draw all the things you want.
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You have to tell me your favorite things! Those will be my first works of art! Favorite things for some of my favorite people!
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Uhm...could you draw us a raccoon? With the tall all fluffy, cos he's grumpy.