[ amos has nice arms. wanda had never considered herself anything like a butt girl or even an arm girl, but looking at amos... she could be an arm girl. maybe.
looking at his arms pointedly, she narrows her eyes and looks between them. ]
One of your arms is a little smaller.
[ she lifts her hand to show a small space between her thumb and index finger. ]
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( he'd done a lot of work on his arms and he wasn't going to let her say he was only half good. nope. )
You can tell yourself that but it's not true.
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looking at his arms pointedly, she narrows her eyes and looks between them. ]
One of your arms is a little smaller.
[ she lifts her hand to show a small space between her thumb and index finger. ]
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( dang, wanda. )
That interested in them?
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[ wanda ignores the heat burning her cheeks. no! she doesn't look at his arms. god.
she looks at his face, definitely. ]
It's important to notice these things about your friends. I wouldn't want you to wear a shirt that made it more obvious.
[ #good save ]
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( yes, a good save, wanda. )
But I'm gonna wear any shirt that I wanna wear, no matter what.
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[ she cocks her brow and smiles. wanda has a feeling that amos wouldn't care if the shirt was baggy or if it was puke green. a shirt is a shirt. ]
I'll have you know I have a good eye for clothes.
[ she is, after all, the costume designer from wandavision. ]
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( he doesn't want to put too many colors into his wardrobe. )
You can pick your own clothes.
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[ she smiles at him before studying him. he's definitely an all-black, maybe even dark grey kind of guy. ]
That's what someone said to me years ago when all I wore was black.
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( green's a color. he shrugs. )
I just don't feel the need to wear bright red and pink and shit. I like what I've been wearing for years. No one else has complained.