Diego Hargreeves (
knife_bender) wrote2021-06-09 06:17 am
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MHA #2 | Wednesday
Diego and Annie had gotten back pretty late last night and immediately flopped into bed. They were both covered in bruises, Diego had a concussion and Annie had emotionally been put through the wringer. They were due for some actual sleep.
It was later than usual when Diego managed to get out of bed, and shuffle out to get coffee from the kitchen, still limping slightly from being thrown around by Stormfront. He had gotten a mug out of the cabinet and was half-turned towards the coffee machine when he noticed a bald lady mannequin sitting at his kitchen table.
"Oh, Jesus!" And now there was a broken mug on the floor. Thanks, Dolores.
[Creepy mannequin girlfriend modded with permission. Post is open for people wanting to check in on Diego and/or Annie]
It was later than usual when Diego managed to get out of bed, and shuffle out to get coffee from the kitchen, still limping slightly from being thrown around by Stormfront. He had gotten a mug out of the cabinet and was half-turned towards the coffee machine when he noticed a bald lady mannequin sitting at his kitchen table.
"Oh, Jesus!" And now there was a broken mug on the floor. Thanks, Dolores.
[Creepy mannequin girlfriend modded with permission. Post is open for people wanting to check in on Diego and/or Annie]
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Spoiler alert: He wouldn't actually have to work that hard.
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Annie, with talk like that, you are just asking to be accidentally time-traveled against your will or something.
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Because nothing quite said, 'I love you' like a hand did, you know?
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She just had a lot of sparkly things in general. Also a lot of pastel-colored things. Lots of generally cheerful objects, overall.
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This was how you were going to end up owning a really cute kiddie pool and a lot of little plants in macramé holders, Diego.
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Annie was, of course, totally kidding. There would be no Kraken -- nor Starlight -- memorabilia in this apartment, save for those two precious action figures.
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Seriously, Annie needed to find an investment opportunity or something or she was just going to keep blowing all her money on her friends' brothers ransoms and hypothetical bidding wars.
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This was one of those things Annie tried not to think about too hard, because there were definitely weird neckbeards with shrines to Starlight out there.
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"That's wise of him," Diego said. "I don't think Danny would approve however."
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"Hmm." Annie pretended to think about it (mostly to buy herself a little time to just sort of lose it internally at the idea that she was actually moving in with Diego, like, that was going to actually happen.) "Dying to change? No. But like...I don't know, it'd be cool if you wanted to decorate stuff together. I'd want your input on everything, even if you say you don't care."
Because as much as she was like, determined to fill one of the balconies with plants and was already thinking they needed to go curtain-shopping, she also didn't want to just steamroll him. It was their space.
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His place right now looked exactly how you would expect a man's apartment to look like. Only with no video games and more knives.
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Mostly for Five, who would never appreciate it, but also -- you know. There were at least four other people who could potentially show up and visit.
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Aww. Crash with us.
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And also Annie herself was not, like, immune to Summer's jello shots. (Oh, boy, Summer was going to be her neighbor!!!!)
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