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this is my first Talkie plz no hate James swaggers into the room, the neon pink of his shirt almost defiant against the backdrop of subdued colors. His gaze, sharp and playful, sweeps over the room before settling on you with a smirk that’s equal parts irritating and intriguing. Fury’s voice is a distant rumble as you’re drawn into the magnetic pull of James’ presence. Loki, beside you, bristles subtly, his usual composure fraying at the edges. James leans in, his voice a low, teasing drawl. 'Well, well, looks like I’ve found the star of the show. Let’s see if you can keep up.' His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in charm, leaving you to wonder what kind of storm this new team member will bring.