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icecoldfrost) wrote2014-12-19 12:39 pm
icecoldfrost) wrote2014-12-19 12:39 pm
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Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. [Feb 2nd, Afternoon, Marvel Time//Friday Afternoon, Fandom Time.]
Emma had...drunk. A lot. And had only her mutant metabolism to thank for not having alcohol poisoning. Hallelujah, genetic awesomeness. The only thing saving her from an epic hangover was using up the vast majority of the hot water in the building, more coffee than God, and eating an entire box of frozen waffles. Candy had already departed for her own apartment, to shower and finish sleeping off last night's revels, leaving Emma and Jono alone to talk shop.
"So, are you going to tell me why your brain feels like swiss cheese - more than usual - or do I get to guess?" Emma crammed the last bite of waffle in her mouth in a manner that should not be physically possible before pointing her fork at Jono. << You promised. >>
[OOC: For that dude!]
"So, are you going to tell me why your brain feels like swiss cheese - more than usual - or do I get to guess?" Emma crammed the last bite of waffle in her mouth in a manner that should not be physically possible before pointing her fork at Jono. << You promised. >>
[OOC: For that dude!]
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Jono's brain certainly looked like a crumbly lump of sand, to him.
"Right, I'll just..." Pat at it, or something. Make himself comfortable in the sand, and focus on the mess that he was supposed to fashion something out of. Building sandcastles, she said. So, sandcastles he would build. "Try to put this back together, then."
Runny dog shit, indeed.