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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."


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[slushfund]

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.

[whizbangs]

[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--?!

[whizbangs]

[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.]

[slushfund]

[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?

[whizbangs]

[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!