‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ 𝕄𝑒 , 𝕄𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 , 𖬺͟ 𝕀 ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹

“Everybody I know always suggests that movie whenever we do a movie night. Literally without fail.” She mumbled. “I think it’s to mess with me.” “..Besides…it’s not even good—”

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞.” “𝐈 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞…”

“My head ain’t that— actually no, I won’t lie. I do have a bowling ball up top.” He allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes the moment she wrapped her arms around him. “Look, I’m sorry about before. Didn’t mean to come off the way I did, was truthfully just fucking around.”

Kinda his fault, he’s been purposely keeping his distance since that last encounter. No superhero garments, no goggles. Just plain ol’ V. “Alice? You gonna punch me in the nose, or can I come in closer?”

( Shrugging, Wanda slinks her arms around her waist. ) As long as it's clear that it's as friends, I see no reason not. It's just helping one another out, after all. And I'm always happy to help my /friend/. ( She can't keep a straight face at that, giggling relentlessly. )

Living together? How scandalous. People might think we're dating or something. ( Finger under Alice's chin, she lifts it a little and pecks her. ) We can't have anyone getting the wrong idea. We are, after all, just /very/ good friends. Right?

I am now. Nothing's up. Was just thinking about you.