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[whizbangs]

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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Comments

Re: action

[badbreak]

I don't wanna name it. Don't be weird.

[he takes the bag, shoving it between two rocks to keep it closed]

[and turns to climb up them again]

...Can we stay until the sun goes down?

[he doesn't say "I want to watch the sun set" -- that'd be girly]

Re: action

[whizbangs]

[she leans against the rocks, arms braced up in front of her, to watch him skitter around.]

Sure. As long as you don't have anywhere you need to be.

[raising an eyebrow at him -- but she doesn't really expect that he'd answer honestly even if he did, so it's really a moot point.

besides, carol wants to stay too. if she can't escape earth's atmosphere to get some perspective anymore, this calm and quiet is the best substitute she's likely to get.]

Re: action

[badbreak]

[his face twitches at that, a little bit of that tired reality coming back to a murky green eye; he does have someplace he needs to be, someone else he needs to be with]

[but there's nothing he can do about it tonight, nothing he can do about it yet; all he can do is keep the memory of this place, the Above, and maybe try to share it with him Below]

[this thought in mind, he clambers without another word to the highest, steepest rock, plopping his bony, wet ass down on the dry, cold rock]

[a sand-and-slime crusted hand digs in his pocket, pulling out his mobile; wet, already scratched to fuck]

[with it he takes a photo, more for someone absent than himself, and keeps it at hand -- he's going to catch that sunset, too]