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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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[slushfund]

Look what the cat dragged in, ho? Good afternoon, stranger!

[peeking over his shoulder at carol, all barbed wire smirk.]

Your timing's just swell, you see, that swampy marsh of a furball is Miss Danvers'. She's been waiting for this a long time!

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[oh for the love of god.

oh for the love of god.

her arms tighten around herself at the sight of joel, flush deepening to a frankly humiliating shade. as if it wasn't bad enough having the little gremlin here for this, now someone she actually likes has come to witness it too.

and he thinks something is going on jesus christ--]

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[--and then hiruma has to open his pointy yap.

modesty shoved aside, she stomps over to him and buries a hand in the front of his soaking wet shirt, face thunderous.]

I'm gonna drown you.

[inviable]

[For his age, Joel has excellent hearing. Sharpened senses from apocalypse living. He'd walked in at just the right time to catch something about little pervs copping eyefuls and Carol is-- well, Carol is certainly in a state. If it wasn't for the weird string of words that the boy directs at him now, he'd be averting his eyes.

But those words. Hiruma receives a long stare that amounts to I don't know what the fuck it is you are trying to say. Joel's eyes follow the scene when it advances to the level of making threats about drowning, but he's no less confused.

The cat in his arms lets out a pathetic mewl. Me too, cat.]

Is this... your friend? [To Carol. Now's the time to make it worse.] Should I leave you two alone?

[slushfund]

[his eyes dart from joel to carol, shirt hiking when the superhero grabs a fistful.

arms remain lead at his sides, but his expression is feather-light, eyebrows raised, kind smile taking the wheel.]

Friends? No, no, sir...

[pat-patting the hand under his chin, hiruma tries to dislodge her with a little push of her fingers, attempt to prize her out of his personal space bubble proving rather futile.]

The only reason why she's here is because she makes poor bets she can't handle. Twenty dollars she could have spent on beneficial things. Like a comic book or three. Check out how real heroes present themselves.

[peeking over to the very confused, much older man, the devil laughs with delight.]

She's very violent, this one.

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[a dangerously sugary-sweet smile is directed at joel, as carol's grip on hiruma only tightens despite his best efforts.]

Joel, say hello to Hiruma. He's one of our team surveillance buddies.

[and then she levels a smirk on the pointy-eared bastard himself, fit to match any he's ever thrown at her. they do look a sight, she supposes, like a pair of drowning victims already, but she'll be damned if she's not gonna make it even worse for him.

still smirking, she starts manhandling him back over to the pool's edge.]

And now, say goodbye to Hiruma!

[because she sure is gonna try and throw him right back in.]

[inviable]

[Eyebrow arching high up. This was one of their recon team members? Even while he insults Carol and laughs, Joel can't help but think that something's going on underneath the surface of this bizarre interaction.]

You might be upset later if you really do drown your boyfriend, Carol.

[It looks like flirting, okay. It looks and sounds like flirting to him, since he's never seen them interact before. A straight-laced 50-year-old man just has to call it like it is.]

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The pleasure's — entirely mine, Mister Bunyan!

[heels slowing him, the thick blood of his american football training pounding through his veins at the moment of push from carol, hiruma's hands find her shoulders and he stops at the very lip of the pool.]

Now if you'd kindly get your ox off of me, I could—

[his struggle was clear, but joel's assumption catches him by surprise, almost throwing him off his game. so much so that his poker face slowly devolves into mild shock.

before he starts laughing.

and laughing.]

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Boyfriend!

[the word's spat mockingly.

considerable arm strength levelled at her shoulders, he risks loss of balance to throw a stiff leg out to catch hers, aiming to literally heave her to the side where the water waits.]

Hear that, you fucking cougar? Look what you've made the public think.

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[the shock on carol's face puts hiruma's momentary lapse to shame -- in fact, it's not so much shock as it is open horror.]

You think this little weasel is my--?!

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[hiruma finishes the thought for her, and in a fit of pique she clamps her free hand into his shirt as well, the side of it, trying to gain more purchase and help her efforts along.

the sweep of his leg throws her, makes her stumble, but carol is built sturdy; she's not going down that easy to this skinny asshole. not without a hell of a lot more of a fight.

she resettles her grip a hand at a time onto his biceps, tight enough to bruise, and figures this mess is already as bad as it's gonna get, so--]

What's the matter, honey, you ashamed of me now? I'm a goddamn catch, you know.

[inviable]

[What the hell? Open horror meets a face that can be read as if he is, you can probably do better. The cat squirms in his grip while Carol continues to do battle with her ... whatever he is, so Joel is momentarily preoccupied with attempting to soothe it.

Considering how wet and traumatized it is, he can't imagine it likes being near the water again. He makes sure to keep a careful distance from the pool.]

Look, I remember where you live. I can just... go drop off your cat and leave you to it.

[Texan drawl calling out to Carol, requesting permission to leave.]

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[arms shaking as hiruma tries to tip her forcefully to one side, their elbows directly in line with the pool water, he seethes through clenched teeth.]

Don't leave yet when the party hasn't even strted, big guy! Why don't you get the fuck over here and pry this leech off me, aah?

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[a graceless snort. carol is still standing her ground, but it's wet around the edge of the pool from where they hauled ass out of it before, and she can feel the tread on her shoes starting to lose its grip.

better get this done quick, then.]

Leech? That's pretty rich coming from you of all people.

[and over her shoulder to joel:]

Help a lady out before you go, wouldja? Tackle him or something. Despite what it looks like I'm actually [tries -- to -- shove--] trying to kick his ass here!