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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-10-05 06:25 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-10-05 06:25 am
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MHA #4; Friday Evening [10/05].
Summer Smith definitely didn't get this far into her (okay, technically still pretty short) life without developing a high sense of when something a little weird was going down, and she'd had more than enough bad encounters to feel like it was probably a bad idea to give into the urge to head back out to the woods like she'd been feeling all week. Probably. If didn't necessarily feel like a bad idea, but she also didn't feel like she could entirely trust her feelings, either.
So that meant distractions. That meant putting on some loud music and maybe dealing with complaints later, but whatever. It meant maybe cleaning her kitchen. Or making some jello to bring to BDG on Sunday. Or make jello, then clean the kitchen. She thought about maybe dipping into her stash a little, too, ease off some of the weird feeling, but that didn't seem the best idea. If this turned out to be more than a feeling, she wouldn't want to have to be forced to deal with it while also being high.
Although maybe that would help...
...no. Music, jello, cleaning, and if that didn't help, maybe go out to Caritas for a drink and maybe see if anyone else was feeling it, too. For now, just jello, and trying not to wonder why she'd been thinking about Morty so much lately, and maybe popping into her phone every once in a while to check on a few feeds from home.
Everything seemed fine. It was fine. She was probably just antsy because she wasn't used to things being so calm and chill for any long stretch of time. No big deal...
[[toes open if'n you like, but the thread with a certain visitor's going to be last chronologically, yo ]]
So that meant distractions. That meant putting on some loud music and maybe dealing with complaints later, but whatever. It meant maybe cleaning her kitchen. Or making some jello to bring to BDG on Sunday. Or make jello, then clean the kitchen. She thought about maybe dipping into her stash a little, too, ease off some of the weird feeling, but that didn't seem the best idea. If this turned out to be more than a feeling, she wouldn't want to have to be forced to deal with it while also being high.
Although maybe that would help...
...no. Music, jello, cleaning, and if that didn't help, maybe go out to Caritas for a drink and maybe see if anyone else was feeling it, too. For now, just jello, and trying not to wonder why she'd been thinking about Morty so much lately, and maybe popping into her phone every once in a while to check on a few feeds from home.
Everything seemed fine. It was fine. She was probably just antsy because she wasn't used to things being so calm and chill for any long stretch of time. No big deal...
[[toes open if'n you like, but the thread with a certain visitor's going to be last chronologically, yo ]]
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"Um, excuse you," he rolled his eyes. "I think you mean the Morty. O-G Morty."
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There it was again, and as soon as she said it, she knew it was true, just deep down inside and she couldn't deny it, she felt it, and before he could even be remotely smug about it, she lurched forward a little to throw her arms around him and pull him into a hug whether he liked it or not.
"Ohmygod, it's really you, isn't it? How? Why?"