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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-03-30 04:46 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-03-30 04:46 am
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MHA #4; Late Saturday Morning [03/30].
So maybe letting Stark 'convince' her into moving their little rendezvous last night to an earlier time had turned out to be a good thing after all, giving them ample space to continue exploring some of the other contents of the Drawer well into the night. She wasn't pretty much Dite's best customer for a good chunk of time there and not have nothing to show for it, after all, and it wasn't even all from there, but various things across the multiverse that were just too good to pass up at the time. And explaining what they did and what they were for just to see the look on his face was almost as good as just showing him, really, and by the time they did eventually fall asleep, it had been very well earned.
And the day was probably pushing right up next to noon by the time Summer found herself slowly waking up again, Stark curled up around her as he so often was when he stayed over. And while her first thoughts were fuzzy recollections of the evening prior, those thoughts eventually started to turn toward breakfast and that chocolate and whiskey did not a dinner make, though it worked pretty well at the time. Mmm, maybe that needed to be her next goal: teach the cat how to use GrubHub, answer the door, and bring her food...
...but, no, that was a terrible idea. Things had been bad enough that one time when dogs almost took over the world, could you imagine how much worse it would be if it were cats? Especially lead by Pancakes? Hmm. Maybe her portal gun could be of use here somehow....
[[ for the bed barnacle, obvi, although if anyone wanted to get in touch... ]]
And the day was probably pushing right up next to noon by the time Summer found herself slowly waking up again, Stark curled up around her as he so often was when he stayed over. And while her first thoughts were fuzzy recollections of the evening prior, those thoughts eventually started to turn toward breakfast and that chocolate and whiskey did not a dinner make, though it worked pretty well at the time. Mmm, maybe that needed to be her next goal: teach the cat how to use GrubHub, answer the door, and bring her food...
...but, no, that was a terrible idea. Things had been bad enough that one time when dogs almost took over the world, could you imagine how much worse it would be if it were cats? Especially lead by Pancakes? Hmm. Maybe her portal gun could be of use here somehow....
[[ for the bed barnacle, obvi, although if anyone wanted to get in touch... ]]
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"I didn't say I would say yes," he pointed out, grinning back. "But you can ask anything of me."