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[ he starts setting it up without waiting for the reply, humming again while he works. ]
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[ he scowls into his pan as he waits for it to bubble, putting his free hand over his wrist in an apparently defensive move. ]
I-D-K I just woke up like this. [ stop teaching him things kamala. dear god i beg u. ]
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[She never takes another sip and instead smacks the table loudly.] Oh my God! You know what this means, don't you?!
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[ he twists to turn and look at her while still keeping a half-eye on the stove. ]
I was always jealous of her powers. [ something he usually wouldn't say but eh, it's true. ]
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[She pauses thoughtfully here part because she's wondering, but also because she's plotting something. Kamala can't be sure if the danger senses are totally gone too. There's only one way to be sure. What can she chuck at his head to find this out??
She smiles which is legit the only warning he gets before she's chucking her donut notebook off the table and at his head.]
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[She's escaping her blanket nest to grab the notebook and apologize.] Sorry! I wanted to see if you could still sense danger. Lean down so I can kiss it better.
[Yes, she still thinks that works. Muneeba couldn't crush her dreams.]
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[ frank slinks back over to the stove to finish their breakfast now, stirring stevia into the oats. ]
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[ from that specific attack, he means. mostly because if she throws something at him again, he's throwing it back!!! ]
You're still green, right?
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[This is of course a lie. The best powers are the ones closest to Captain Marvel's abilities.]
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[#greenwithenvy]
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[ probably not, right? it's got to be one of those ~things~ ]
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[She's still scrolling through his message.] Are we sure they're the adults here?
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[ just sayin' ]
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[ he's still holding onto her wrist when he looks up into her eyes. maybe he just needed to not be panicking every five seconds to think clearly??? nah, that's got to be fake. his oatmeal starts boiling over and that gets even his red scrubs ass to get alarmed. ]
Oh, shit.
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Sorry. [ but then he's turning the burner off and stirring the pot, bringing it back down in temperature and adding some groffle milk to help it thin out some. ] If I'm usually at eleven, I feel like... an eight?
[ does that track?? because it's kind of fucking peaceful. ]
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