[Pietro scoffs and waves one hand quickly in exasperation, looking at the ceiling.]
When are you not?
[It's a dramatic exclamation, though he's not nearly as annoyed as he lets on. He slides down on the couch, crossing his arms and making sure he looks disgruntled.]
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When are you not?
[It's a dramatic exclamation, though he's not nearly as annoyed as he lets on. He slides down on the couch, crossing his arms and making sure he looks disgruntled.]