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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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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'?