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HOUSE #1470
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 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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[lily's little hand's got a surprisingly tight grip when she puts her mind to it, it looks like. carol squeezes reassuringly and starts to lead her into the kitchen.]

Sure we can. Heine can take some back with him if he wants.

[the last part is called down the hallway to the kid, wherever he's wandered off to. into the kitchen AND THERE IS THE PIZZA, in all its glory, sitting on the kitchen table already sliced (because it was a frozen pizza and it came like that).]

[badfall]

( he was busy, you know, inspecting. but after a while down the hall, through all of the rooms ( the drawers, too ) heine walks back to the front of the house, the door--where he'd left lily. well, the kitchen. since that seems to be where everyone else is.

there's not even a look towards carol as he walks passed her, presses a hand against lily's forehead and moves the hair away from her forehead, enough so he can press his lips right above her left eye. )

Bye, Lily. I'll see you later. ( ignoring all of that about pizza. he doesn't want your kindness, carol!! )

[badbite]

( she blinks, opening her mouth to greet him again when heine moves to kiss her forehead—and then she stops, tilting her head into the kiss. lily looks back up at him when he draws away, )

You don't want any pizza, Heine?

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Don't tell us you're too proud for pizza, kid. It's the lifeblood of all young people.

[she offers him a wry smile, but she's not gonna beg him to stay if he doesn't feel comfortable doing so. carol pulls off a pizza slice for lily, setting it on a smaller plate and holding it out to her.

it's pepperoni. carol's a sucker for the staples.]

[badfall]

I don’t need it.

( doesn’t want it can’t even hold down his food as it is, so he won’t bother taking any. he’s done, here. so heine moves lily’s hair back into place and turns to walk right out the front door. )

[badbite]

( she watches him go, her hand moving up automatically to brush against his hand before he pulls away—at first, it's a pleading act, don't go—but giovanni needs him and she certainly can't deny giovanni the comfort of heine. besides, she's with carol. )

Be careful, Heine! ( is all she says; care is not something's bad, after all—even in a safe environment.

she watches him go, hand still up to her hair where his hand had lingered, and stays watching, just for a bit. )