The thing Summer will never get used to is the whole walking everywhere. She’s got a little folding cart; it’s not hard to plan to carry shopping about, but it’s still weird. Where she grew up, things just weren’t /close/ enough to walk to. Never mind public transport.
She stops at the foot of the stairs and looks up, then back down at the heap of sacks in her cart. “Well, here we go,” she mutters, and grabs three or four bags.
[text to: magic hands] wow. okay. cream cheese dip then. it’ll go along with the veggies anyway.
[text to: magic hands] I may need some help carrying all this inside.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I think that they do.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Don’t buy a lot though.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I’ll probably be the only one to eat them.
[text to: magic hands] what’s mordred’s fav food?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Let me ask really quick. I’ll let you know in a minute.
[text to: magic hands] I should introduce you guys to something weirdly american except I can’t think of anything
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I think that they do.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Don’t buy a lot though.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] I’ll probably be the only one to eat them.
[text to: magic hands] what’s mordred’s fav food?
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Uhm. You could make pigs in a blanket? Buy a lot of freaking chips and salsa.
[text to: Arthur’s Girl] Oh and cocktail mixes.
[text to: magic hands] I’m not paying for what I can make perfectly well myself. Cocktail mixes, forsooth.
[text to: magic hands] thank god y’all are on the same floor or I’d worry about getting you home
[text to: magic hands] do they make vegan hot dogs?
~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~oSinging at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
“—You’re rather good.” he commented from where he stood just near her doorway, smiling to himself rather than at her. Surely he wasn’t being intrusive; it wasn’t his fault she left the door slightly ajar nor was it his fault that her voice resonated throughout the whole floor. It was a wonder he was the first to come here, to be honest.
“Wha — Oh!” Summer blundered to a stop in the middle of the chorus, laughing at herself and turning round. One hand punched the power button on the speakers hastily, so they could hear themselves talk. “Well, thank you. It’s been a long time since I had any training; I just like to sing.” She stood up, offering a hand. “I’m Summer. I guess since you’re here, I must be disturbing everyone on the floor?”
[text:] Well
[text:] Can we split it?
[text:] Pleasseeeee?
[text] there’s hardly enough left for that
[text] what if I just throw a welcome home party
[text] and get you a pint of this one just for you
[text:] Mm…
[text:] I’m think that I like that idea.
[text] can you do me a favour
[text] make arthur come with you
[text] you’re vegan, right? you’re going to have to help me with shopping
[text:] Well
[text:] Can we split it?
[text:] Pleasseeeee?
[text] there’s hardly enough left for that
[text] what if I just throw a welcome home party
[text] and get you a pint of this one just for you
~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~o
Singing at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
Winding up the long, wet tail of her hair into a bun, she pinned it on top of her head with one hand and cocked her head at Xavier. “It’s not about need, honey. You’re doing me a favour. Eventually I’ll do one for you.” She sighed. “I guess when the rain lets off I’ll go down to the office and see if they’ll come let me in my apar— no, flat, you guys say flat here.” She crouched down to offer her free hand to Crayon.
[ ❧ ─ “Alright, yeah.” Xavier smiled and made his way over to the couch, plopping down on it before he switched on the television and switched to a random channel. “You could say apartment if you’d like. I lived in America for a few years so I know some of their slang words from over there.”
Crayon nudged her hand, and she rocked off balance, sitting down on the floor with a bump. “Oh, well, I know, but I love languages. I love the way the words change, used differently. So I want to learn the ones that are used here.”
