[detonation_blvd] When the world gets dizzy.

[badas_speedster]

When Pietro finally walked, or rather stumbled, into Jono's apartment it was almost eleven. He was trying to making as little noise as possible so that if the other did manage to go to bed already he wouldn't wake him up. Though he bumped into just about everything trying to make his way to the kitchen to put away some food he'd snagged on the way

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[detonation_blvd]

Jono had been laying on his bed in his jeans, still groggy from the pyschic journey he'd taken earlier. When he heard the sound of someone putting the kettle on, he sat up.

*Pietro? That you, ducky? ...if yer a burglar I know kung fu.*

[badas_speedster]

"I don't think burglars sneak in to steal records." As he pops his head into the others bedroom, the other looks just as beat as he does, well. Almost as beat Pietro kind of got a second wind going on.

"Ducky. I like that, you know you're the only one that calls me that." Of course he would be it's not like Pietro talks to anyone really, but the point remains valid.

[detonation_blvd]

Jonothon heaves himself off the bed and walks over to Pietro.

*I'll keep calling you that, then. And hush you, some of these records are worth a lot to nerds.*

He embraces the other shyly.

*You look a bit wired.*

[badas_speedster]

"I got mentally punched in the head, oh and I got high." He shrugs both those things off like they happen far too often and were totally normal.

"They're worth a lot to you, and thats all that matters, how was your day man I have not thought of a catchy nickname for yet." When the other gets closer he returns the affection, probably a little less shy then he normally was. It was sort of nice though, because it was what he wanted to do verses what he wanted to do but usually didn't for whatever mental blocks.