Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[phaselocknroll]

I suppose there's only one way to find out.

... By the way, I left you some food from last night.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks sheepish, and his gaze flicks down awkwardly. ] ... Oh, right. Sort of-- passed out on you, didn't I.

[phaselocknroll]

It's fine. You needed your rest.

[nostalgiabomb]

I appreciate it. The food, I mean. You didn't have to.

[phaselocknroll]

I wasn't about to just let you lay there and starve.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smirks. ] Definitely a mother hen.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she nudges him with a foot ]

Stop it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Aaand the smile widens. ] Or what? You'll bury me in blankets and feed me to death?

[phaselocknroll]

Yes. It's a terrible way to go. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'll have to take your word for it. To me, it just sounds cozy.

[ It's at that point, though, that his stomach makes itself known and complains a bit. ]

-- Sorry.

[phaselocknroll]

Apologize to your stomach, not me. I've only been telling you to eat for how long now?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a face at her, not unlike one a five-year-old would make if he were dead set on being particularly difficult.

Buuuut he takes the food, though after the first bite, he does mumble good-naturedly, ] Worrywart.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She smiles a little ] What are friends for?

[nostalgiabomb]

My experience with friends has been pretty slim, but so far? Seems mostly like they're meant to pull your ass out of the fire.

Pretty nice, so far.

[phaselocknroll]

That was a rhetorical question.

But I agree- it's been pretty nice so far. [ you know, aside from that... whatever happened earlier. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I know it was.

[ He smiles a little, looking down at his food. ]

Yeah. You're-- definitely not how I expected you to be.

[phaselocknroll]

... What were you expecting, exactly?

[nostalgiabomb]

Well, I mean-- you sort of came off as seriously intimidating? [ He waves a hand vaguely. ] You showed up, and not two hours in, you set a guy on fire with a flick of your wrist and mind controlled another.

Scary first impression, you know? 'Specially to an ex-Ravager.

[phaselocknroll]

I suppose that would be intimidating, wouldn't it? [ suddenly she's glad that Peter wasn't conscious to watch her kill Mordo. She might have gone overboard with that one. ] Sorry. It's sort of what I do.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs a shoulder. In his more paranoid moments, it's really hard to reconcile her scary-as-hell Siren side with her blushes-at-the-drop-of-his-shirt Maya side. But-- well, he likes Maya more than enough to try to not let the fact that she's a deadly Siren get to him too much. ]

I'm just happy to be in your good graces. I'm hoping I stay that way.

[phaselocknroll]

I hope you do, too. I prefer getting along much better than the alternative.

[nostalgiabomb]

Alternative being setting me on fire or mind controlling me? [ Despite the topic of conversation, he's keeping his tone light. ]

[phaselocknroll]

... The alternative being not having you in my life.

[ she can't help glancing at his pack- the place where he keeps the relic. She's starting to realize just how lonely she really was. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He falls silent at that, chewing on his food thoughtfully and glancing down. ]

I'm... [ He fidgets a little, uncomfortable with honesty, but he presses forward anyway. ] I'm glad I met you.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She looks at him then, and the smile on her face is small, but genuine. ] Me too, Peter. Truly.