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[whizbangs]

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]

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?

[whizbangs]

[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.