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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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[it used to be.]

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.

[mayoboro]

[he catches that] --what I meant is, when I first arrived. It was only me and this girl for months. The house filled up pretty quick after she left.

[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.

[whizbangs]

Ah. Didn't know that.

[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.