MHA #4; Friday [12/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had been about to step out and actually go do stuff for the day, but Pancakes was acting a little funny when she went to the door, all tense with her hackles raised and yowling out a warning, with a few hisses thrown in for good measure, which put Summer immediately on the defensive. She checked the peekhole, but couldn't see anything out in the hallway, but the cat was definitely acting like there was something not good on the other side. So, half-wondering if she should go grab a vase or a hammer or one of her many, many, many laser guns first, she cautiously turned the doorhandle and pulled the door open just a little biiiit....

....and quickly slammed it back shut again, just in time to catch a squirrel colliding head first into the door after a failed attempt to dive right through the crack.

"Dammit, Leroy!" she said. "I know it's mistletoe day already! It's not gonna happen! That was a one time thing and it was practically six years ago, you little creep! You and your mistletoe can just go jump in a fucking well!"

She expected to hear whines and complaints, but there was actually silence on the other side of the door. Cautiously, she opened the door again to find that it had actually worked? She looked up sto make sure he wasn't, like, ninja-ing it up in the corner on the ceiling or something, and she blinked and thought about it...

And wondered if she should text Travis to warn him about any calls he might get from squirrels stuck in wells today in particular.

Also, she wondered if it was too early to start drinking. Or maybe just getting high...

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[stykera]

If Stark got a little more relaxed (maybe if Summer shared some of the good stuff while they hid in her apartment together until tomorrow?) he might offer more details.

"A present because I wanted to," he said, handing over the other bag he'd brought with him. "And I have a question to go with it. Open it first?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

They'd get to it eventually! So get ready to dish, Stark. But first, there were presents to attend to.

"Oh-kaaay," said Summer, giving Stark a curious, amused look, before she started digging into the bag and pulling out the sweater to give it a better look.

"Oh.My.Gawd," she gushed, letting out a laugh. "Where did you even get this?"

[stykera]

Oh, Stark would dish. And Stark might compare Ignis unfavorably to Gladio. Awkward.

"I bought it from Boc," Stark told her. He was practically beaming as he watched her. "It had jello so I had to. Do you like it?"

She seemed to but he was Stark and a little extra reassurance never hurt.

"That wasn't the question I was going to ask but you could answer that one too. The other question was about the sweater but not really about the sweater it just goes with the sweater."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It has jello and a cat!" Summer corrected Stark, excitedly, as if he didn't know. "And I have no idea what's supposed to be in that jello, but I'm deciding now it's totally Spaghetti-O's. And it's going to be perfect for the party this year!"

She took a second longer to admire it. "Ohmygod, it's so gross," she added, without any real awareness of her particular word choice, surprisingly, and then she hugged it close as she leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Stark. I hate it!"

Which was a good thing, in this case!

[stykera]

"It is a little gross, isn't it?" Stark said, grinning delightedly at her. "I got it right."

And he was so pleased. So very pleased about having gotten it right.

"Will you come to the party with me then? With your new sweater?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh, yeah, totally," said Summer. "I'll definitely go with you. We'll have to find a really good one for you, too."

[stykera]

That deserved another kiss, didn't it? One that tasted more of cookies than Doritos.

"Good," Stark said. He gave her one of those soft and utterly smitten smiles. "I'm glad. And I'm glad there is a party to go to but especially that I can go with you."

"Maybe we can go shopping another day. For another sweater? Whatever you like for me."