[ the incoming transmission startles him slightly. even though he's alone in his apartment, he still feels a flush of heat race up the back of his neck in annoyance. thor doesn't think he's ever going to get used to this ridiculous technology.
it takes him a moment (or maybe several) to figure out who the voice belongs to—he'll never admit that the hands had something to do with jarring his memory. ]
A bangle? [ a bracelet, thor, you know that. ] Ah, yes. [ he's obviously moving through the small apartment and into the bedroom where he sits on the bed. a moment later, the bedside table drawer is opened and he pulls out the small, gold bracelet that he can only fit three of his fingers through (because, yes, he tried. shut up). but for now he just holds it between his thumb and forefinger so it can be seen. ]
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it takes him a moment (or maybe several) to figure out who the voice belongs to—he'll never admit that the hands had something to do with jarring his memory. ]
A bangle? [ a bracelet, thor, you know that. ] Ah, yes. [ he's obviously moving through the small apartment and into the bedroom where he sits on the bed. a moment later, the bedside table drawer is opened and he pulls out the small, gold bracelet that he can only fit three of his fingers through (because, yes, he tried. shut up). but for now he just holds it between his thumb and forefinger so it can be seen. ]
Is this the missing item?