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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
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 )
Re: text
You've ruined everything
Re: text
Re: text
In my defense
The floor wasn't a punch
?
Re: text
It happened, and now it's fixed. That simple.
Re: text
I'll try to make it not happen so often
Re: text
[the next message comes directly after the above is sent]
Want to see where I keep Badou's "secret" Capri Sun stash?
Re: text
she needs to spend less time with the kids and more time with him. this much is quickly becoming obvious.]
Absolutely
Re: text
Treehouse.
You tell him and I'm losing all my respect for you.
Re: text
I need all the leverage I can get
[now let's go outside to inspect this beautiful claim]
no subject
[silently, he exhales smoke from his cigarette, and the thin layer is enough to disconnect him from the view of the flowers by the door, turning upturned brows to carol who steps out.]
[the tree house has gone through a lot of moderated work since hijikata first arrived and realised that he was here to stay. it has a small porch, and from there he waves (once, twice), leaning against the railing.]
[there's even a pliable chair up here.]
He's too cool for the treehouse. I didn't want him to find the stuff, anyway.
no subject
speak of the devil.]
No one's too cool for treehouses. He ought to be ashamed.
[she crosses the grass and mounts the ladder swiftly and with ease -- no flying today; it's a grounded-feeling kind of day -- and rests her back against that same railing when she makes it to the porch.]
Quite a setup you've got out here.
no subject
[no flying? he's amused, but knows better than to bring it up. if he were anyone else, he would be a little jealous that she can do something so cool, but as things stand he isn't but neither will he give her room to flaunt something so particular.]
[hijikata shrugs]
Months of work. It's hard to make something and keep it a secret from everyone else, but surprisingly the house is emptier than what I thought. --or at least, it used to be.
[a blue glance at carol, before he kills the cigarette into an ashtray.]
Let me show you the spoils.
[and he steps inside through an open window (he forgot to build a door), climbing in and stepping inside the (tree)house.]
no subject
Yeah, tell me about it.
[she watches a moment, noticing the distinct lack of a door (wow what a handyman), then pushes away from the railing, stretching a little, to climb inside after him. saying as she goes--]
I haven't been in an honest-to-god treehouse since I was a kid.
no subject
[picks out a couple of caprisun pouches (warm, the place lacking a fridge), and sits himself down on a glass-less window]
Never been in one.
Saw blueprints for it at one of the stores, thought it would be a good addition to a full house. [he's not offering any of the pouches to carol, but she can help herself to the boxes of them in a corner] Plus I needed a place to store mayonnaise.
no subject
[it's information filed away, but she's not going to poke at it. sharing the same house with one other person for that long, then having them disappear -- it might be a sore spot. it probably would be for her.
instead she takes her own capri sun and spears it with the straw, leaning back against the wall opposite him.]
Did they not really reach peak popularity in 1800-whatever? Guess you're making up for lost time. You know what it could use, though? A slide.