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“Come in,” Abby called, glad the door had been unlocked when the grey face had gotten her—the idea of trying to unlock it in her current state seemed vaguely nightmarish. She fluttered absently near the door, waiting for the other girl to come in. She knew she was fairly tiny, but she figured Summer would probably notice her fluttering around, with her vibrant purple wings and all.
Summer pushed the door open, a little confused at the faintness of Abby’s voice. Maybe the other girl was in the back of the house? A flicker of purple caught her eye as she glanced around — “Abby?! Oh … my.” She lifted a hand, holding it flat. “Well. You, uh … look good this way, at least.”
“Uh, yep. Last time I checked, yeah. Still Abby.” She eyed Summer’s hand for a moment before making the decision to land there, giving her tiny wings a rest. “Just tiny.”
She gave a snort at Summer’s compliment, before giving a shrug, the wings fluttering slightly at the motion. “Thanks, I guess, but it’s really not the most convenient of looks.” Abby shifted a little, really wanting to just forget the state she was in—as much as she could considering she was perching on her friend’s hand, that is. ”So, uh, what did you come to talk about again?”
“I was over to SHIELD headquarters the other day, and I ran into an Agent Nero who … well, let’s just say his reaction to your name was pretty interesting to a girl like me.” Cradling Abby carefully, Summer settled herself into a comfy chair. “So I was wondering what you could tell me about him. There’s a lot of depth to him, and I’m curious.”
[text] Really? Yeah, sure, come on over. Um. But, uh… greyfaces kind of got ahold of me, so I’m not really… myself right now.
[text] okay. be right there
It would be the first time Summer had been to Abby’s place — the first time they’d met each other outside the Tower or SHIELD, really. But it was easy to find, and whatever weird magic had happened to Abby hadn’t changed her that much, whatever she thought. Summer knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Abby called, glad the door had been unlocked when the grey face had gotten her—the idea of trying to unlock it in her current state seemed vaguely nightmarish. She fluttered absently near the door, waiting for the other girl to come in. She knew she was fairly tiny, but she figured Summer would probably notice her fluttering around, with her vibrant purple wings and all.
Summer pushed the door open, a little confused at the faintness of Abby’s voice. Maybe the other girl was in the back of the house? A flicker of purple caught her eye as she glanced around — “Abby?! Oh … my.” She lifted a hand, holding it flat. “Well. You, uh … look good this way, at least.”
iamthefirechild replied to your post: [text] you got a minute?
[text] make sense. I need to ask you about someone I met at shield. better if not phone. can I come over?[text] Really? Yeah, sure, come on over. Um. But, uh… greyfaces kind of got ahold of me, so I’m not really… myself right now.
[text] okay. be right there
It would be the first time Summer had been to Abby’s place — the first time they’d met each other outside the Tower or SHIELD, really. But it was easy to find, and whatever weird magic had happened to Abby hadn’t changed her that much, whatever she thought. Summer knocked on the door.
Let’s make Tony take us somewhere high-class, because we clean up so pretty!
That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, Summer.
Except for the part where I actually have kind of no idea what to do someplace in high-class.
That’s why we make Tony take us, because anything we do or don’t do will seem normal next him.
Let’s make Tony take us somewhere high-class, because we clean up so pretty!
You know your RP partner has become your friend when…
Me: That’s okay. I didn’t need feels anyways. Just take them all. You want my soul? Take it all.
Partner: I love your soul. It tastes like tears.
Oh, come on! The only way you would change a long-standing habit like that would be for someone special. Someone your age, forgive me, wouldn’t normally just change their mind about something they’ve done as protection for so long.
I don’t really—I haven’t changed much. Really. It was just that when you don’t have friends you miss out on even the little things, like a hug or a pat on the shoulder. Just—those kinds of little things. Those are the only things that are new, and I didn’t need Steve to— *she cuts off and looks down, shaking her head and chuckling at her own expense* Okay, so now you do know that there’s someone special. Me and my big mouth. *she chuckles again* Still, I mean it. It’s just little things like hugs, I would have gotten those even if Steve and I weren’t… *What are we exactly? she thinks as she trails off*
*grins at her* You’re pretty serious about him. Steve. Pretty common name, that one. Could be anybody. But not to you, I see.
And that’s exactly what I mean … to have someone to let down all the facades with. We need that, to not have to watch our words, not have to wear contacts or whathaveyou. *she cocks an eyebrow* So, want to tell me about this … special person?
Yeah. *she nodded with a smile* It’s been nice, since I’ve stopped pretending. I do love being able to be myself with others.
W-what? *she grows a little flustered, a faint blush lightly dusting her cheeks* Who said that I have anyone special?
Oh, come on! The only way you would change a long-standing habit like that would be for someone special. Someone your age, forgive me, wouldn’t normally just change their mind about something they’ve done as protection for so long.
*she notices Summer skipping right over the question and purses her lips, but she doesn’t really want to press it, curious as she is* Yeah, it has been really good for me. I didn’t even realize what I was missing; I’d actually had myself convinced that I was better suited to being alone. *she shook her head and rolled her eyes* I was wrong. But here you’ve gone confusing me again. What do you mean, those like us?
People who are a little different. Out of the ordinary.
Oh, *she nods, smiling a little* yep. I guess I can definitely fit into that category. *her hand almost reaches up to rest below her vivid violet eyes, but she lets it drop back to her side before it even gets halfway there* It’s funny, I’ve spent so much of my life trying to seem normal that it’s a little odd for me when people know that I’m not. *she chuckles softly*
And that’s exactly what I mean … to have someone to let down all the facades with. We need that, to not have to watch our words, not have to wear contacts or whathaveyou. *she cocks an eyebrow* So, want to tell me about this … special person?