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[margenes]

[a light shrug that she won't be able to see, but he kinda gets what she says without her needing to say it.

he flexes his fingers a little.]

That is good. I hope to be the same one day. It would be just like training for a marathon.

[redchaos]

You never ran a marathon.

[She draws a line down his index finger.]

But you are being patient, bringing your strength back up to what it was.

[margenes]

I have run multiple marathons. Just not official ones.

[it counts, right? running as much as he does??

his hand is going to look all sorts of weird when she's done, isn't it?]

Are you saying I need to run official ones?

[redchaos]

[His hand will look artsy, thank you very much! Maybe that means weird. Maybe that means she's just drawing lines, however she fancies.]

You're too fast. It'd be unfair. Unless you like being a cheater? Is my beloved big brother a cheater?

[margenes]

[woah woah WOAH, these accusations.

and so, mumbled:]

The only cheater I know is someone cheating on Parcheesi last night.

[redchaos]

Mm, I wasn't "cheating" until you started losing.

[She draws a heart on the pad of his middle finger.]

[margenes]

This is highly suspicious logic.

[while the ink is still (slightly) wet, pietro frees his hand from his sister's hold, and very swiftly presses the pad of his middle finger right on the middle of her forehead.

what results is a heart missing its straight lines but keeping vivid curves and pointy end.

he sits up, fancying his artistic work printed on her skin, bumping his shoulder against hers as he studies his drawn-upon hand.]

Oh, very fancy doodles.

[redchaos]

[Wanda grunts, going a little cross-eyed when he stamps her. She let him do it, though she belatedly bats at his hand.]

I didn't want a tattoo, thank you.

[margenes]

Neither did I, but look at my vandalized hand!

[he waves his hand in front of his face, the batting of his hand letting him know that it's annoying—and so he will be annoying about it.]

Even if, yes, very pretty.

[redchaos]

It's art. We're doing art, Pietro.

[He's the one who started this! Maybe. She did provide the markers. She pretends to chomp at his fingers with her teeth.]

[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!]