[ she smacks his uninjured arm somewhat weakly. a little breathless from his run (even though he did all the hard work while she'd gripped the back of his shirt tightly), wanda cards her hand through her slightly tangled hair and makes herself stop gripping the paper bag so tightly. the paper's now crinkled beyond repair. ]
You are such a brat!
[ but they're home now, and wanda's grateful that they're inside of these four familiar walls rather than out in the open where it's difficult to think of anything but how broken sokovia has become. she misses the streets that had appeared unaffected, as though they had been protected by some magical bubble.
she walks to the little table in the middle of the apartment and unpacks the brown paper bag.
no subject
[ she smacks his uninjured arm somewhat weakly. a little breathless from his run (even though he did all the hard work while she'd gripped the back of his shirt tightly), wanda cards her hand through her slightly tangled hair and makes herself stop gripping the paper bag so tightly. the paper's now crinkled beyond repair. ]
You are such a brat!
[ but they're home now, and wanda's grateful that they're inside of these four familiar walls rather than out in the open where it's difficult to think of anything but how broken sokovia has become. she misses the streets that had appeared unaffected, as though they had been protected by some magical bubble.
she walks to the little table in the middle of the apartment and unpacks the brown paper bag.
without looking up at him, she orders, ] Sit.