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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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[whizbangs]

[his reappearance just makes it worse, wheezing and gut-aching, and she gestures furiously at him to go away already oh my god

considering not long ago she felt pretty shockingly close to crying, this isn't the worst thing that could've happened.]

[shoubai]

[ laughter wasn't quite what he was expecting when he'd first arrived, but it's a better result than he'd ever expected. a job well done, he thinks, and laughs again before hobbling back out of view.

he tries not to look at himself in the mirror while he's digging out the first aid kit; his poor heart can only take so much terror in one day. ]

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[when he's done he'll find carol settled down now, seated at the kitchen table, sipping benignly at her coffee and looking deep in thought.

not bad thought. just thought.

and maybe feeling a little (very, very) awkward and embarrassed about what just occurred but you can't really blame her for that ok.]

[shoubai]

[ he emerges from the depths of the house a few minutes later, face freshly festooned with band-aids of the more colourful variety. (if he's going to rock the mauled-face look, he may as well go all the way, right? right???) ]

The cat hasn't tampered with my drink yet, has she? You can never trust a fluffy face like that.

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[as soon as carol catches sight of him she SNORTS INTO HER COFFEE and almost starts to choke

cough cough cough hack oh my god

oh my god save it carol

she saves it. but not without getting stupidly flustered about it.]

How many times are you gonna make me do that? Jesus! Siddown and drink your damn coffee or I'll sick her on you.

[shoubai]

If you knew the number of times I've heard that...

[ aha, ahahahahaha!

but he sits down, as instructed, giving the kitchen a wary once-over before taking up his waiting cup. no demons in sight. possibly safe to proceed. godspeed, brave soldier. ]

[whizbangs]

[the demon has absconded, this place is purified.

carol spends a long, long few moments engrossed solely in her coffee, the mug warming the palms of her hands (frowning, as she remembers how she used to hold warmth in those hands like a comfort, like a shield, and it feels so alien to not be alien anymore), before she cuts a glance sidelong at sakamoto, hesitant.]

So I guess we need to talk about some things, huh.

[shoubai]

Most likely.

[ not direct, not too vague. a nice, neat, neutral answer. an invite. let her guide this conversation, lest he leap feet-first into another steaming pile of trouble.

he takes a sip of his coffee, and congratulates himself on not choking on the entire thing. ]

[whizbangs]

[and eyes back on her drink again, as she wonders where to start. the money thing? tonight's tiny emotional meltdown?

can they just talk about space again?]

You get why it was a problem, right? I mean, a lot of reasons, but you know the main one. Right?

[taking it from the first point, then: the money thing.]

[shoubai]

I do now.

[ it was an irony when he'd heard, a neat fist to the gut that had made him want to laugh, to lie down and laugh and curse himself and the fates so many times over.

would he have done any differently, though? if he'd known beforehand?

would he have found some different story, crafted some different tale just for her sake? ]

[whizbangs]

[and carol, brave, blunt, fearless carol, sounds somehow smaller when she tells him--]

I really trusted you.

[and hates how vulnerable that makes her.]

[shoubai]

I know.

[ never trust a businessman, he almost says. refrains. the guilt is muted, disgustingly so, a step away from comfortably detached.

he sips at his coffee, and wishes it were sake. ]

It was my mistake.

[whizbangs]

You're damn right it was.

[sharp, harsher than she intended, covering up that moment of uncomfortable openness. she still can't quite look at him, and it helps, to let the scratched kitchen table take the brunt of her frustrated confused hurt miserable glare, instead of the cheerful idiot who knew how angry she was with him and showed up anyway--]

You showed up anyway.

[shoubai]

I could run and hide, but where would that get me in the end? Better to try to rectify the situation while the chance exists.

[ he hadn't been planning to, is the kicker. He'd thought that was it, an unfortunate loss, time to move on.

The bigger surprise is that she presented the opportunity herself. ]

I'm not near as strong as you, apparently!

[ a small truth to enforce the lie ]

[whizbangs]

[she heaves a sigh like an exoneration, I'm done with this, it's over, it's resolved, I can't keep this up forever. and she really wants it to be, too.

there's forgiving, though, and then there's rebuilding trust. that one, she can't just hand to him.]

Apparently. There's a lot about you that's not so apparent, though, huh.

[shoubai]

I like to think I'm an enigma wrapped in a smooth, candy shell.

[ a smile, a dazzling thing that would be charming if he didn't look like he'd had a bad affair with a cheese grater. ]

Want to get to my center?

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[her answering smile, her laugh, are disbelieving and involuntary and dumb. goofy, even.

if ever there was a harder person to actually be mad at, carol hasn't met them.]

Sure, why not.

[SHE IS NOT SERIOUS SAKAMOTO NO SHE IS KIDDING DON'T]

[shoubai]

Iiiyaaaaaaahn, Carol-san!

[ he says it loud, high-pitched and in the way only the hostesses of Edo could hope to achieve. its accompanied by a hand at his cheek, and pouting, puckered lips ]

You know how to charm a man!

[whizbangs]

Well it's a good thing one of us has some charm, then.

[is there anything within reach to throw at him -- a candy wrapper. not very useful but she throws it anyway, and it misses him by a mile, fluttering harmlessly to the floor.]

Cut that out, you weirdo.