thread ☇ pizza and pillowtalk

[is_paranoid]

Stork still had his doubts about this plan, but he hadn't quite been able to say no to the... request? order? suggestion? from C.C. So there was to be a sleepover, which sounded like something the rest of his squad would have fun with but he would usually abstain from.

In fact, when had he actually agreed to this

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[immortal_witch]

Consent (or non-consent in this case) was of no concern to C.C. She'd at least given him a proper warning of when she'd be showing up. He should be thankful he even got that. Yet giving him a choice in the matter had never been the original plan. The guy needed to be more social, C.C. decided. She had also decided sleepovers were the best way to do that. Whereas anyone more normal would probably say that was the least likely thing one should do to make things less awkward. But C.C.'s mind always did work differently than normal.

And so with Cheese-kun under one arm and a bag of all sleepover necessities in the other, C.C. made her way over to Stork's place. Once at the door she knocked. Once, twice... then performing an irritating little rhythm against the wood until he decided to open it.

[is_paranoid]

To his credit, the Merb had at least tidied everything up -- though he suspected C.C. would (more than) make herself at home and turn everything messy again, if the Condor's slumber parties were any indication. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him doing anything untoward -- the Merb was more likely to go into a paranoid coma than make a pass at her.

He managed to open the door before her knocking turned into a full-length sonata. He had (though god only knows where) procured a long, plaid nightcap in an effort to get into the spirit, from which his long ears stuck out on either side. The effect was entirely ridiculous, but it was the thought that counted?

"Uhh... hi."

Well, that was start.

[immortal_witch]

C.C. lowered her hand as the door swung open and blinked. Her expression showed surprise, amber eyes focused above his gaze to the silly hat on his head. She stared just a few seconds longer than was polite before the corners of her mouth lifted in a smirk.

"It's cute."

She then abruptly shoved Cheese-kun into his arms so that she could take her heavy bag with both hands, lifting it to brush past him and into his living space. She glanced around, ever curious. She always did wonder how a Merb would keep his home.

"How tidy."

[is_paranoid]

Oddly, when Merbs blush, they turn a peculiar shade of mottled green. As a fun fact of trivia, NOW YOU KNOW. But he "oof'd" when she shoved the giant yellow stuffed thing into his arms and followed her back inside.

"I cleaned," he said lamely, feeling shamefully deceptive if she thinks his place looks this good all the time. In fact normally it was a tornado path of half-finished machines, tools, spare parts, and umpteen revisions of his living will scattered everywhere. (Some of those papers are still laying around.) Not to mention he's shoved most of the mechanics into a closet, barricaded it with a chair, and stuck DANGER and WARNING signs all over it -- because if it's opened, it'll all fall out.

"Your room was okay," he recalled from his previous visit to the City. "I still haven't found a workshop yet. Solomon says he can give me one when I come to Artemis, but..."