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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."
speed dial
steve
sakamoto
gremlin
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."
speed dial
steve
sakamoto
gremlin
( call | text | voicemail | mail | action )
no subject
[ 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? ]
no subject
I really trusted you.
[and hates how vulnerable that makes her.]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[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.
no subject
[ 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 ]
no subject
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.
no subject
[ 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?
no subject
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]
no subject
[ 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!
no subject
[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.