The material is thin, and the arc reactor's light shows through the shield in a way that was way too nerdy to possibly ignore. He tugs on the hem with one hand as he lifts the cup to his lips with the other. "Pretty good, right?" Stepping a little to the left so she can gather her coffee without moving back into his space, he shrugs. "The Rescue ones were all sold out."
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Date: 2016-02-21 09:18 pm (UTC)