MCA #5, Sunday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Sarah hadn't checked her mail in a while. Just hadn't really felt like it. There was never anything good in there anyway. It took the deep, all-encompassing boredom of a wintery Sunday afternoon for her to finally - sighing, of course - shift the small mountain of mail onto her kitchen table and start shifting through it

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[suitablyheroic]

Atton didn't so much knock on her door as that he hovered in its general vicinity, still loudly complaining-- "I hate snow! What is it even good for?!"

[electrocynic]

Oh thank fuck, a distraction.

Sarah stuffed the invitation under the to-grudgingly-keep pile before she got up. Wandered to the door. Opened it.

"Keep it to yourself, space boy, no one cares." Liar. She'd cared enough to wander out here.

[suitablyheroic]

"Oh, shut up," Atton griped. "Have you seen it out there? I hate this planet!"

[electrocynic]

"I'm indoors for a reason," she drawled. Amused.