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why_is_gamora (why_is_gamora) wrote in snapthread,

In this place she'd already made more friends than she'd had in her life. Before being a Child of Thanos had kept people at a great distance, but he was was dead now and no one held her or Nebula responsible for all he'd done. But here Clint had given her a very important job, people smiled as she passed and although some people stared at her skin or seemed surprised mostly people were friendly. It was disconcerting at times but she was growing used to it.

"It's his birthday soon, we give gifts and an old man comes into our homes while we sleep if we have been good," Gamora said as she thought back to it. "We murder a tree and keep it in the house until it's dead and then eat until we're too full. I wondered if maybe the snow was because of Lord Jesus, achieved with his Holy Spirit," although it seemed far fetched.

Earth was strange.

"It's hard to keep track of all the customs. First comes Bird Murder, then Tree Murder, then I think we kill a Rabbit and cover it in chocolate?"