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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

( call | text | voicemail | mail | action )

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Stop hittin' me! I'll rub my fucking head all over your bed!

[he buries more of his face against his arm]

...It don't kinda suck, it sucks every dick since the dawn'a time, dinosaur-style.

[lightly scruffles up his hair]

The lack of Goldblum is disappointing. Spinosaurus is cool, though.

Goldblum? That's the kinda shit you're inta?

[assumes the scruffles are productive]

[incredibly productive. scrufflescruffle comb comb.]

Usually I go in for a few more muscles, but I mean have you seen the part where his shirt's all open like that?

Chaotiticians are sexy.

[real talk with mom.]

Yah I must'a missed that part. He's like a million years old.

[whoops eye closes]

Well he is now, sure.

[not as many fleas popping up now, but she keeps up the combing anyway, settling into a more comfortable position while she does, tucking her legs up under her.

have they ever sat down and done anything dumb and quiet like this before?]

Like you'd know anyway.

Like I care, anyway.

[it feels good, not so terribly itchy even with the bites he has, that comb scraping against his scalp]

[he stops trying not to relax, lets his shallow breath become more evened]

[a small huff of amusement and she quiets down, focused on her rhythm and the sounds of the movie in the background, the silence from the rest of the house.

carol's eyelids are starting to feel a little heavy too. an itch twinges at the crown of her head and she reaches up idly to scratch at it -- and freezes, in abject horror.]

Shit.

[a single green eye blinks back open]

-- Eh?

[in the most pathetic voice carol is capable of:]

...I think I have fleas.

[and that orange head turns around (to the left, of course), Badou saying helpfully]

Duh. I got these like days ago.

[skritchskritchskritch aggressively at that spot.]

I know but I've never had fleas before, I've only had lice a couple times, this is gross. Augh.

Edited (i do what i want) 2013-08-16 17:19 (UTC)

[watches her itch]

...

Sakamoto left extracts.

[...]

I am gonna need the extracts.

[takes the opportunity to comb at his forehead]

[his eye scrunches at the front-coming briefly before it's hidden in tangles of orange scruff]

They -- pfffuhh [blowing that stupid hair out of his face] -- still in the tub.

Good. Ugh. Ugh.

[that was a stupidly cute thing, though, with his hair, so she does it again. cooooomb.

and then, teasing]

You gonna check me for fleas too, kiddo? Return the favor?

M'not showerin' with you! He ain't even got 'em all out!

[PPPFFUUUH]

[ajskdljaskldas??]

Wait what? That's not what I meant! Who did what?!

[and the combing has ground to a startled halt.]

Nothin'! Nothin' happened!

Are you sure. Do I have to arrest somebody here. This sounds kind of dubious.

You're the one always tellin' me it ain't dubious!

[...]

No, you're right. It's Sakamoto. It's probably fine.

[sssssssslowly combs.]

[smacks her hands away]

Ya got fleas! I don't want ya doin' it ta me! What good's it gonna do if they just jump offa your head onta mine!

[oh, right]

Blargh, fine! Watch the movie. I'll be back.

[drops the comb down on the floor next to him and slips past him off the couch IT IS TIME

TO SHOWER

VIGOROUSLY]

[the redheaded boy will take the spot she left behind, curling a notched spine and awkward limbs into that warm indent on the couch, regardless of any fleas that might still be hanging around]

[but he lies down on the wrong side (remaining eye pressed against the pillow), and startles up for a moment -- he hasn't done that unintentionally for what feels like a long, long time]

[...maybe he's gotten too comfortable, but there's no threat here -- he feels clean and unprovoked, for once]

[and in the end he rolls to the opposite side so he can watch one of his favourite movies more easily, and falls into a contented lull to raptor shrieks and our lives are in your hands, and you've got butterfingers?!]

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