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HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter

"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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i need a favour

Ok
A favor like what

a hair cut ill make u dinner

[this may just be the cutest text she's ever received

and it's from badou

???????]

Ok deal
How long are you gonna be?

im closing up 15 mins i guess

I'll be here

[being baffled... finding this whole idea really stupidly endearing...]

[he breezes in more like 25 minutes later (Nails were perpetually late), and there's the usual clatter and clomp of sneakers hitting the wall, bookbag dropping to the ground, a uniform being chucked at a hamper, a baseball bat rolling wide -- all pf which announce his presence in the house]

You're too late, you missed your window!

[comes the call from the living room, as carol shuts her magazine and hefts herself up off the couch. her left arm's out of its sling now, a little stiff, but mobile enough.

she's ready for this challenge.

padding out into the hall, doop doop.]

Bathroom, kid.

[he's hopping on one foot, shoots her scowl]

Jeez, lemme get my sneakers off first -- it ain't like you got nowhere to be.

[this should assure you it's still your shitlord, don't worry, not bodysnatchers here]

Are you kidding? My time is precious. We're on the clock here, move move move!

[each move is accompanied by the most obnoxious finger-snapping as she strides past him toward the bathroom.

where she has set up a little pile of towels/scissors/comb already because oh no she wants to do a good job oh my god what a nerd

she'll pat the edge of the bath when he gets there. that is where he is to sit his bony ass down.]

[the redhead grumbles, sulking into the bathroom moments later; he's got some dumb dirt stains on his red hoodie, and a new bruise on his jaw, but it's all par for the course in the Daily Badou]

[his hair is tied back in a scraggly knot, and he yanks the tie out, flopping his bony ass on the edge of the bath -- the orange hair that gets released is wildchild as hell, longer than his shoulders and pretty tangled, though clean]

[thin toes curl on cold tile, a half-moon scar on his right foot twitching; he should have kept his socks on]

[ah yes, the Daily Badou. the new bruise gets a soft poke and a wordless look, before she starts to busy herself, grabbing up the comb and taking the showerhead down from its cradle, bumping against his side as she reaches up for it.]

About time, y'know. Any longer and I was gonna start introducing you as my daughter.

[turning on the water, she adjusts the temperature, testing it with a hand.]

Badette. Badina. Something really awful like that.

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