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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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Re: action;

[whizbangs]

[all these kids, curling themselves up, coiling themselves tight, flinching away from her when all she wants to do is help, to pull them out, and carol is so tired.

she tries to think of sakamoto, as she withdraws from lily and watches badou cross into the kitchen, as she tracks every visible inch of his face (even when it's the back of his head she's watching, even then). she can't fix what's fucked up. she can be there for him, though. that's what she can do.

she can find out who's responsible for this new pain, and -- do what?

protect him. he doesn't want it, and by the state of him she's been doing a fine job so far, hasn't she?]

Hey.

[she says, soft, as he returns and seats himself. she foists herself up onto her knees so she can look up at him properly, out of lily's view, so she can slide a hand across the tabletop. not touching him, just there in the middle distance between them. her eyes track over his face, then try to catch his green one, and there's something small and awful and too-much in carol's expression that says please. I care. can't you just--]

Re: action;

[badbite]

( ultimately, when she finally does lift her head up to the glass—it takes a while, she's still so miserable and she doesn't know ( or care much ) if she's thirsty, and it's strange to see badou go out of his way like this ( she never expected much from him in the first place )—it's because of the words, pink lemonade. a beverage that's pink. lemonade. she's experienced neither of these things and right now, it's a good reprieve from her other thoughts—it's something new ( and exciting ) and it's comforting.

sniffling with the intent of somewhat containing her facial fluids, lily reaches out, her bones aching ( that's what you get for pressing so tightly, that's what you get for balling yourself up ) and hands trembling as she tries to take the box with both hands, looking at it like it's much bigger than she expected. if she'd remember her manners, she would thank badou, but that's far from what's on her mind right now, and lily just holds the juice box, sniffing and hiccuping quietly as she presses the edge of the straw to her lips—and sips, trying to calm herself down, although it doesn't work very well when she's hiccuping and unable to breathe with her nose. )

Re: action;

[badbreak]

[swamp moss green meets sunny sky blue, and he talks -- but not to Carol]

Pink lemonade's the shit. S'got lemons innit, those're the sour yellow ones, yah? But it ain't sour 'coz they dump a assload'a sugar in. Dunno where the pink comes from, though. I love pink lemonade, I ain't care if it sounds girly.

[Badou places his own box between his knees to steady it (that whole left arm is just hanging dead in that sling, now), stabs the straw in]

[and he takes a loud sip of it]

Aaaah. What'cha think?

[his voice isn't acknowledging the girl under the table, isn't acknowledging those broken eyes -- it's like someone left a chattering TV on]

Re: action;

[badbite]

( she doesn't really get it—why is it pink? it's lemonade, but why pink? she sniffs, focusing her gaze on badou's legs and then the underside of the table, where right above she'd imagine badou to be.

and when she's finally able to take in the lemonade, taste the sweetness, lily makes a noise—words are too hard right now, but the way she quietly hums, the first note surprise, and the second pleasure, makes it apparent that she likes the drink. more than like, really, because she sips and sips and takes a bigger sip and then remembers that she has to breathe, and intakes air loudly, hhhhaaaa, haahhh. )

Re: action;

[whizbangs]

[that little noise from the broken kid under the table is something like a small mercy, a relief, and although she still desperately wants answers from the broken kid on top of the table, carol just -- lets it go, with a sigh. looks away from him, down in the vague direction of lily, and when she looks back up there's a tiny smile on her face, frail and stupidly grateful.

he fixed it. maybe just temporarily, but lily's not sobbing, not calling for her brother. all carol had to offer was empty platitudes, it'll be okays, when that's not even something she can know for sure. but badou fixed it.

eyes still on him, but she speaks to lily, just as he'd done.]

It's good, huh?

Re: action;

[badbreak]

[placidly, pedantically]

Told 'er it was. I ain't gonna lie ta a kid. 'Specially not about pink lemonade.

[his eye slides away from her grateful ones; he could have done this when Lily started up, but he didn't (no one had listened to him cry, no one had stroked his face or his hair or given him sugary drinks to distract him -- and Heine was just a few houses over, close enough to fucking sprint to)]

[another loud slurp from his own straw, and then he says]

Don't drink it too fast, you'll puke up pink all over Carol. Wouldn't that be dumb lookin'?