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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-04-08 12:19 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2022-04-08 12:19 pm
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MHA #4; Friday Evening [04/08].
Summer could, for all intents and purposes, have easly slapped together a party for Goose now that she knew his birthday was next week for this weekend, and she had the confidence that it would still be a complete and total banger, but if she had the opportunity to take a good solid week to put together something a little less rushed, she was going to take that opportunity, even if it meant toeing the line of too-belated if she wanted to tie it into Gladio's birthday, which had been last week. Honestly, she could probably take or leave the Gladio factor, if it weren't for the fact that she was already envisioning the most adorable little Cup NoodleTM gift bags that could not just wait until next year.
So, she decided (unless anything else popped off because, let's face it, it was the weekend, she was willing to drop anything at the first sign of something better) tonight might be a good night to do (one of) the thing(s) she did best, and that was to get blazed out of her mind and start hitting up Insta and Pinterest for inspiration and ideas.
It didn't take long in considering location to remember that Goose's apartment was basically an empty shell of a habitat and one of the larger two-bedroom ones (which, come on, so much wasted potential!), which opened the door to a lot of decor possibilities, actually. And with that first little thread to start pulling on, she picked up her phone and shot him a text:
How do you feel about me invading your place next weekend?
Like, yes, sure, he literally lived right upstairs and she supposed she could have just gone up there to ask him, but pffft. Who actually went and visited their neighbors when they could just text?
[[ guess who will be stuck at work tonight and would love to get visits from neighbors or texts or anything else to make it through? this gal! totes open, I am expecting a total slog ]]
So, she decided (unless anything else popped off because, let's face it, it was the weekend, she was willing to drop anything at the first sign of something better) tonight might be a good night to do (one of) the thing(s) she did best, and that was to get blazed out of her mind and start hitting up Insta and Pinterest for inspiration and ideas.
It didn't take long in considering location to remember that Goose's apartment was basically an empty shell of a habitat and one of the larger two-bedroom ones (which, come on, so much wasted potential!), which opened the door to a lot of decor possibilities, actually. And with that first little thread to start pulling on, she picked up her phone and shot him a text:
How do you feel about me invading your place next weekend?
Like, yes, sure, he literally lived right upstairs and she supposed she could have just gone up there to ask him, but pffft. Who actually went and visited their neighbors when they could just text?
[[ guess who will be stuck at work tonight and would love to get visits from neighbors or texts or anything else to make it through? this gal! totes open, I am expecting a total slog ]]