<div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Gamoran Talks Too Much For His Own Good</span></em></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"></div><br/><strong>Name / Code Name:</strong>Gamoran / Gamoran<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Alien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top of Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ororo<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gamoran listened to the dark-skinned girl and moved, his footsteps soft and silent to stand just behind her... he knelt down and placed a strong hand on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.  He was no expert on women, so he was just taking things as they went... going with instincts.  He spoke softly to the regal girl... no, she seemed more like a woman when he was this close to her.  He could smell her vibrant earthy scent and it always affected him in ways he still did not understand.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry to hear that, Ororo.  I can appreciate open space as well... it's not just a lack of enclosure.  It's freedom.  Seeing the stars in every direction, endless space... I miss it."</strong><br/><br/>He let go of her shoulder and smiled a touch.<br/><br/><strong>"That's probably not the kind of open space you were talking about though, was it?"</strong><br/><br/>He moved to sit beside her, his legs dangling over the side of the building.  He didn't seem worried about falling in the slightest.<br/><br/><strong>"Ororo... I like you."</strong><br/><br/>Ok... that went well.  His cheeks flushed a dark green after he said the words.  What was he thinking?  She just met him.  What if she got angry with him.  He did not want to lose her as a friend in a quest for something more.  Before he could stop himself, his next words were blurted out.<br/><br/><strong>"Er... what I mean is... I think you are very beautiful.  Your hair is such a lovely contrast to your skin, and your eyes are amazing."</strong><br/><br/>Nice one, Gamoran... you're on quite a roll.<br/><br/>