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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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Re: action

[badbreak]

Doritos!

[the answer comes immediately; Carol's teenage boy intuition is spot on]

[he pulls his feet out of the gloppy sand likewise, but he doesn't make his way back up to where she is. instead, he sits right back down on his soggy ass slightly higher than where the tide comes up (soak him twice, shame on him)]

[a few contemplative moments (those cogs working too studiously again, for a boy at the beach), and he promptly goes digging in the gloopier sand for sea life. in only a couple swipes, he finds tiny white sand crabs wiggling all over, popping out of their holes and diving away]

[so it wasn't nothing, out there; it wasn't emptiness, but fullness -- stuffed to the brim, even]