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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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steve
sakamoto
gremlin

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Wait there
Stay out of the way of cars
For god's sake

ill do my best!!!1

[and not long after, she's pulling up to the shopping gate, hopping out of the car and trying to search out that dumb fluffy head.

her eyes are a little red, she looks about as subdued and exhausted and wrung-out as she feels, but carol's banking on him being too drunk to notice that. she feels... done, tonight, with everything.

but she's not gonna leave him alone in the state he's in, so here she is.]

Edited 2013-08-15 08:37 (UTC)

[ shouldn't have drank so much, shouldn't have drank so fast, shouldn't have drank at all and yet here he was. standing on some street corner and trying not to lose his footing and looking like the very image of a drunken sot with his swathe of coat and scarf and half-hidden bruises.

every man has his bad nights.

this is sakamoto's.

when he sees the car, when he sees carol, he raises his arm and waves, more energetic than he feels, and calls her name in a voice uneven and thick with drink, choking on its own laughter ]

Caaarol-san!

[she's at his side in a minute, face an agonized mix of closed-off and concerned, trying to ignore the stink of alcohol as best she can. it brings back old pains, and the sight of him like this sparks new ones. it doesn't seem to matter that she's too tired for any more hurt tonight.

sighing, she reaches a hand up to push aside some of that curly mess he calls hair, searching his battered face by the light of store-fronts. all old wounds? good.]

You all right?

[when all else fails, fall back on instinct. care, protect. even if it falls flat, even if you can't help them. try.]

Edited 2013-08-16 09:16 (UTC)

'M fine!

[ he tries to make a kissy-face, thinks better of it a split second before it actually happens. what he does instead is stumble a step forward, grinning broad and wide, and puffs his cheeks out. ]

Worried? Are you worried? Ahh, you don't have to do that, Mutsu! That's scary coming from you! Really scary!

[she stands ready to steady him if his stumbling becomes a fall, but he seems able to keep himself upright, at least. that's something.]

Not Mutsu. Carol. And after all this you can't really blame me.

[frown deep, carol hovers uncertainly -- does he need help to the car? can he help himself to the car? is the car even a good idea, should she just sit him down and get him some coffee?]

Where are you even trying to go like this?

Carol? Carotsu? Aah.

[ he takes an initial step onward, dangerously wobbly at first. it's nothing short of a miracle that he's still going, moreso with those geta on his feet.

he's practiced at the art of drunken walking. ]

Beach. Ocean. It's important.

Carol. Wh--

[she doesn't know how far she trusts him to make it, so she puts a guiding hand on his arm, steering gently toward the car.

meeting someone, he'd said.]

Okay. All right. Just -- try not to be sick. Or drown. Okay?

Y'can't drown in the stars.

[ rather than risk hacking it on his own, he lets her lead, gesturing grandly to the black void of the sky above. a pity that the sodium flare of urban lighting drowned out so much. ]

Sick's another matter entirely!

Edited (HTML!!!) 2013-08-17 11:19 (UTC)

You can drown in the ocean, dummy.

[carol's a perfect guide, even opens the passenger door for him, despite the itching discomfort she feels with all of this. better to take him there and watch over him, though, than to send him home and risk him trying to go by himself anyway.

there's a bottle of water in the car, half a day old but it'll have to do. she reaches around him to grab it off the floor, fixes him with a serious look.]

I'll do this for you, but you're gonna drink a lot of water, and you're gonna get as sober as you possibly can, and you're not gonna puke on me. Understand?

I won't drown in the ocean, Khhhharol.

[ he stares, first, at the bottle in carol's hand before shifting his gaze to carol herself, perplexed and uncomprehending as only the severely intoxicated could really be. like she grew an extra head, or propositioned him for something fit to be featured in a Kunoichi's Gone Wild special.

his tone, however, suggests otherwise. ]

Haven't done what I need t' do yet.

[ it's the tone of a man delivering the obvious to the oblivious.

he was going to get so sick later on, no doubt ]

[she searches his face, her brow all heavy lines of a worry that's gotten much too big for her to shoulder, and huffs a deep sigh. picks up his hand and presses the water into it, firmly.]

I'm not gonna pretend it's any of my business, just -- take better care of yourself in future. Stupid.

[the admonishment is gentle, and she feels foolish, and he probably won't even remember it later, but it needed to be said.]

[ he remembers enough, he remembers too much. he isn't nearly as drunk as he'd like to be, drunk to the point of blissful oblivion, but this will have to do.

he stares at the water like she'd just handed him a particularly perplexing puzzle, and gives it a shake. ]

Right, right. I'll do m'best.

Okay.

[satisfied, or as satisfied as she's going to get, carol straightens to make her way around to the driver's side. the cool night air gives her an odd feeling of clarity, turns the jumble inside her mind into something resembling a neat path forward.

it doesn't make things any better.

to the beach, then.]

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