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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2025-04-20 08:11 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2025-04-20 08:11 am
MHA #4 Sunday Afternoon [04/20].
So, Thursday had obviously sucked, and so had the entire lead-up as a squirrel and the revelation that had sent all of that into motion in the first place, and Summer was still feeling pretty shitty about it all. But she had two things going for her that was making her feel like things might be on the upswing again now that all the gross stuff was over.
One, as far as she could tell, she actually didn't have any kids showing up this weekend, thank god.
And two, today was the Holiest of Holy Days.
No, not Easter, you weirdos, or even the end of Passover, but, obviously, it was 4/20, and Summer wasn't going to let that pass her by no matter how much of a funk recent events had put her into.
She did feel kind of lame, just spending it at home with her cat, but at least she wasn't still a squirrel for it this year. Also, she considered hitting up some of her friends back home to hang for it, but that meant going back home, and she didn't really want to deal with people right now if she could help it, so at home with her cat it was. Which was fine. Pancakes was going to be significantly less annoying company than, say, Tricia. Not to mention, if her dad found out she was home during Easter and didn't even stop by? She's never hear the end of it.
Once she started considering how the real person to party with on this Holiest of Holy Day was Rick, well, yeah, that solidified it, this year really was best celebrated very chill, very low-key, very much not engaging with the most toxic member of your family post-break---
"Ohmygod," Summer realized, almost at the exact moment she had first toked up that afternoon, and immediately pulled up the GoTron Summers discord. "Why am I not getting high with myself right now??"
God, that could be a disaster, too, but at the same time, the fact that the discord started lighting up with several different dimensional version of her having the exact same thought at that exact moment at least made her feel a little less alone.
[[ open! albeit with a 'yes it's a holiday so of course i'm going to be suffering at work' slowness caveat ]]
One, as far as she could tell, she actually didn't have any kids showing up this weekend, thank god.
And two, today was the Holiest of Holy Days.
No, not Easter, you weirdos, or even the end of Passover, but, obviously, it was 4/20, and Summer wasn't going to let that pass her by no matter how much of a funk recent events had put her into.
She did feel kind of lame, just spending it at home with her cat, but at least she wasn't still a squirrel for it this year. Also, she considered hitting up some of her friends back home to hang for it, but that meant going back home, and she didn't really want to deal with people right now if she could help it, so at home with her cat it was. Which was fine. Pancakes was going to be significantly less annoying company than, say, Tricia. Not to mention, if her dad found out she was home during Easter and didn't even stop by? She's never hear the end of it.
Once she started considering how the real person to party with on this Holiest of Holy Day was Rick, well, yeah, that solidified it, this year really was best celebrated very chill, very low-key, very much not engaging with the most toxic member of your family post-break---
"Ohmygod," Summer realized, almost at the exact moment she had first toked up that afternoon, and immediately pulled up the GoTron Summers discord. "Why am I not getting high with myself right now??"
God, that could be a disaster, too, but at the same time, the fact that the discord started lighting up with several different dimensional version of her having the exact same thought at that exact moment at least made her feel a little less alone.
[[ open! albeit with a 'yes it's a holiday so of course i'm going to be suffering at work' slowness caveat ]]
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"No. No. The couch is fine. Your couch is...I like your couch. It's... the couch is good."
The couch just figured heavily in a lot of memories he was trying not to focus on right now! But maybe it was better to try for new ones.
And if she'd said bed he might have just combusted right there from conflicted and confused feelings.
"We can sit on the couch. And have our brownies. And milk. And... it will be fine."
Right?
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Well. He needed the chill more now than ever right now, and Summer hoped, for his sake, that he really did make these brownies potent as fuck.
"It will be fine," Summer said, nodding firmly, and giving him a smile, that grew a little as she shrugged. "It's illegal for things to be Not Fine on 4/20, you know."
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At least a little bit.
He hoped the brownies were very potent too. That had been the goal. Even if he hadn't ended up eating any of them he wanted them to be good and strong. Of course, if he hadn't, he was with the right person to provide something additional. Right?
"I didn't know there were laws about that," he said with a ghost of an answering smile. "That's good to know. Thank you."
Two extra large brownies on plates in his hands he nodded towards the living room. "Wouldn't want to not to be fine, for your holiday."