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[margenes]

I was doing art. I do not know what you were doing.

[he's doing this to himself]

[redchaos]

You were being a bully to your baby sister.

[She's always back to being the younger one when it works to her advantage.]

It's okay. I know you don't know how to be otherwise.

[margenes]

Right, yes. The pink-purple dog debate.

[was that when the bullying started? hm]

It is very important that I am always tough on you. Make you more better in handling the real bullies of the world.

[redchaos]

[She would just tear apart the real bullies. Literally. But he doesn't need to know that.]

Always tough? That seems excessive.

[margenes]

Well, a little soft sometimes, little nice crispy pastry outside and soft filling inside.

[it's always about food]

...I remember you said something about lasagna not too long ago?

[redchaos]

You had your fill of being nosy and lazy, and now it's back to your natural state of hungry, hmm?

[She adores him. Wanda reaches over to try and mess up hair hair. Except it's always fuckin' messy.]

[margenes]

How can I be nosy if you are all in my business?

[like messing his hair??]

When you are busy cooking, I can go and do some snooping.

[redchaos]

Oh, no. You're helping me cook. Besides, what are you hoping to find? I lived a very boring life until you found me.

[Nevermind that book up in the attic that she might read, or be reading right this moment. Magic. And there are no stairs to get up there.]

[margenes]

I will know what I am hoping to find when I find it. Also, I am the one who is recovering, so I should not be allowed near the kitchen or any other chores in the house.

[pietro feels confident that he deserves more "rest time".

only when convenient, though.]

[redchaos]

Oh? Recovering? So you're saying you need to be asleep right now.

[No fun allowed.]

[margenes]

Put me in a chokehold and force me to pass out?

[redchaos]

I don't need to lay a finger on you to make you pass out. But, if that's a request...

[She'll try to poke him in the side.]

[margenes]

[wait— (also, don't tickle him).]

Can you make me pass out with your magic?

[redchaos]

Of course. Is this surprising?

[She can do just about anything, but she's not eager to really lay that out.]

[margenes]

Should I have complained to you earlier about wanting to sleep for a longer time?

[there was no suggestion box!]

[redchaos]

What? Do you want me to knock you out?

[Wanda playfully taps his temple.]

[margenes]

[he puts a hand up to stop her]

Not now. After lasagna, though.

[redchaos]

[She tries to go around. She just wants to grab his nose, now.]

You? Suggesting nap time?

[If she wasn't already certain this was her brother, she'd be worried.]

[margenes]

What? It sucks not being able to sleep well at night.

[redchaos]

[Her solution to that is just never sleeping, but she wants better for her brother. Wanda stops her attempts at annoying him in favor of leaning in to kiss his cheek.

She'll always have a soft spot for him.]

I'll make us lasagna and then we'll take a nap. Good?

[margenes]

Might I ask if you are making your sleep schedule be the same as mine?

[is this a good thing? is wanda sleeping more because of him??]

I will keep you company as you cook.

[atta boy, here he goes—getting up from the bed in one swift, normal-speed movement, and stretching. he'll have to wash these exemplary marker-tattoos from his hand, huh.]

[redchaos]

Why not? It's boring when you're not awake.

[More like lonely. More like she worries if he's dead again. More like she likes to spend every waking moment with him.

Wanda holds out a hand to be helped up. She's going to get stained.]

[margenes]

It is almost like we are twins.

[pietro grabs her held out hand and pulls her up. stained or not from the marker scribbled disaster on his hand will be no matter, just another sign that they're both so intrinsically entwined together.

his grip is firm on her hand, her subsequent removal from the bed an easy task.]

Now you cannot ever complain to me about being annoying to you.

[redchaos]

When do I ever complain?

[Never with any real seriousness, at least. Wanda keeps Pietro's hand in hers as she leads them out to the kitchen.]

You can sit at the table and talk to me while I cook.

[She's so okay with that plan that she pauses to kiss his cheek.]

[margenes]

My job here is to keep conversation going. I am running out of things to talk about.

[bullshit, pietro always has something to say if he finds the right inspiration and direction for it. which isn't too hard when he's going through thoughts at a fast rate; he could probably just go into a million tangents were his sister not such a grounding force to him.

it's easy to tell that he acquiesces to her plan, sitting down after the kiss and already racking his head for topics of conversation. it's almost nostalgic the way they left the tv on, the muted sound of old timey-whimey cartoons ricocheting down the hall into the kitchen.]

Can you also choose dreams if you make me sleep with your magic?