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[annarr]

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[annarr]

Will it also make me laugh?

[white_widow]

I think it will at least make you smile.

[annarr]

What, like it's hard?

[honestly, it is. but only for other people.]

[white_widow]

Well, that depends on if you were pouting beforehand or not.

[annarr]

Barely, just now.

[white_widow]

Mmhm, sure.

[annarr]

Where am I coming so full of trust, then?

[white_widow]

I'm at home, and save the trust for when you get here, please and thank you.

[annarr]

[well, then she'll be getting a polite little knock at the door from a god too currently curious to be actually pouting. just normal things.]

[white_widow]

[and she'll be answering the door grinning that it worked but only a little smug] Hi there.

[annarr]

[in fairness, he'd be less full of trust if she didn't look at least a little smug.]

Well?

[white_widow]

[Oh, this is going to be a gamble.]

Well, you have to come in first, and then you have to close your eyes.

[annarr]

[The obvious nose-wrinkle of distrust is, itself, fairly trusting. The slight lean back from the door is, admittedly, less trusting.]

...is this going to ruin my boots?

[white_widow]

Oh, my goodness. No, it is not going to ruin your boots. It is not even going to touch your boots.

[annarr]

[Look, a bitch has to ask.

And also has to take a few more lingering moments before sighing and shifting to take a step into the apartment, eyes squinting but not quite closing.]

[white_widow]

[That's true, that's true.

She waits, eyebrows raised, and then sighs as well.] No, you really have to close your eyes.

[annarr]

[His nose wrinkles, eyes blinking fully open again for a moment of pouting at Yelena before forcibly relaxing his shoulders and letting his eyes shut properly.

Stupid friendship based on stupid trust.]

[white_widow]

[Yes, yes, the pout is noted. She grins, and grabs a bundle that she had placed out of sight on the couch. They will - probably - be matching, because she had gone back to the company that made the sweater he "stole" and bought two identical. She reaches out one hand to pull his hands up, so she can put the sweater in them.]

There.

oh no ;w;

[annarr]

[He holds still enough through the sounds of her movement. He doesn't flinch at having his hands tugged or filled. He does get a bit of a furrow in the brow at the sensation and weight of what he's been handed, but that surely doesn't count as not trusting.]

...may I look?

[Just in case. Rule-following really isn't his strong suit.]

yup

[white_widow]

[Oh, hey, she's impressed he kept his eyes closed. Impressed and some other things.]

Yes, you may look.

[annarr]

[First one eye squints open, but the beginning of dramatics fades quickly enough into blinking his way into genuine studying. The actual physical object is fairly explicable and light, obviously.

The everything else, though, keeps a slight furrow of confusion in place, something haltingly hopeful attempting to break through on his features in spite of himself.]

For...?

[white_widow]

[Have an exaggerated slow blink.] Does there need to be a 'for?'

[annarr]

Yes. [The normalcy is bleeding back in, after the apparent shock of a moment of thoughtfulness.] For me. Most things should be for me.

[Good enough side-step?]

[white_widow]

[She'll let it slide, but that's part of the gift, now.] I should have known you weren't done, that sounds much more like you. Sorry I interrupted.

[annarr]

Well, it's like you to be terribly rude.

[The protection of snipping back in place, it's probably safe to get burrowed into the sweater. Definitely not armor-sleek but also definitely cozy.]

I'll learn to forgive you.