Sharon and Pietro, Oct 17
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om_mainSharon and Pietro discuss drugs (... sorta?) and have a birthday dance.
After talking with Sirius Sharon tracked down Pietro, bumping into him and giving him a friendly shoulder nuzzle. "Hi," she said. Then, pulling the large bag of cat nipfrom her pocket, she held it for him to see. "So. Birthday presents. Very different. Should I bring over and share with Oliver one day? Better than yours."
She didn't mean Pietro's catnip. Oliver was a very chill cat sometimes, likely aided by Pietro's habits.
Pietro chuckled. "Now that is a great gift for a kitten. Pretty sure Oliver would appreciate it way more than mine, yeah. You like this stuff?" He turned to face her, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his Giants hoodie. Nice night for a camp out--even if he wasn't planning on camping. His idea of camping involved, like, room service.
She shrugged. "Not much experience with. Never seen this much catnip outside a stuffed mouse. Be interesting."
Pietro bumped her shoulder with his. "I gotta be there for this, so yes, please bring it over. What are you supposed to do, anyhow, like... roll around in it?"
Sharon laughed. "You'll have much vacuuming." She hugged Pietro and gave him an affectionate nuzzle.
"S'okay, I already do; Oliver sheds like crazy. And I like cleaning. It brings more order to the world, you know?" Pietro chuckled, doubting that she did.
She was only keen on household chores when it came to dishes and knowing that trash needed to go out. But whatever made Pietro happy. "Have much more time than other people," she noted.
He chuckled. "True. What about you? Don't cats nap all day? You seem pretty awake most times. What do yo do all day when I don't see you?"
"Nap less now that I'm human more," she noted. "But when no classes or homework, much more napping. And exploring. Playing outside." She smiled.
"Playing what?" Pietro smirked.
She grinned. "I like to chase things."
"Oooh, that's a hobby of mine, too. Tell me, kitten, what, exactly, is your favorite thing to chase?"
Sharon nuzzled at Pietro's hair. "If I'm hungry, deer. If I'm not, probably Steve. Speedsters are fun too."
"We have gotta do it. I love a good game of tag." Pietro winked.
"Bet you think ahead more. Bart, easy to distract. Be a challenge, won't you?" she asked with a warm grin.
Bart. Pietro grimaced. He reeeeally should be paying more attention to the kid, helping him get acclimatized or... something. Just. That kid was Pietro's worst nightmare made flesh, okay. He was... trying. "Well, I am easily distractable, but not by you. I got my eye on you, kitty." He did the gesture to go with it.
Sharon laughed and nipped at the air toward his pointing finger. "Watch all you like. Already a cat toy for one cat."
"Is there anyone who isn't instantly a toy, with you around? Or Oliver, for that matter?" Pietro smiled affectionately.
Sharon considered that. "Coulson took work," she decided.
"But you got there in the end," Pietro pointed out. Which was, frankly, hilarious. "You and Lucky both. And somehow Clint..." Though Pietro had no idea what that was about, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Sharon's lips curved with a smirk. "Not the same. Wanda isn't a toy," she added. "Though she's very cosy. One of best chairs around."
"Agreed, my friend. Very comfortable. Even when I'm twitchy as fuck." Pietro considered. "Hey do you do that thing where your pupils get blown and you just run around like crazy? Like--other cats?"
Sharon tilted her head. "Don't know about pupils. But if bored, yeah, run around 'like crazy'."
"Then I cannot wait to try out the catnip, princess." Pietro leaned in and kissed her hair. "Hey, wanna dance?"
Sharon beamed. "With you? Yes! Always."
Pietro pulled out his Stark Phone. "Rihanna? Daft Punk? Fetty Wrap? Taylor Swift?"
"Surprise me?" she requested.
Pietro prided himself on being biddable--in the right circumstances. Such as choosing music. So he did, calling up the S1 Empire soundtrack. Because the world needed more Tiana, especially when it was time to dance. Bad Girl time. He started it and set it to the side, then stood and held out his hand for Sharon.
Like most music, Sharon loved the rhythm, and thought the lyrics were ridiculous. She suspected that was the point. Sharon took Pietro's hand and went to him, finding the beat and moving comfortably close.
"I am totally convinced that the tail helps with rhythm." Pietro grinned and slipped an arm loosely about her waist. "Kurt's good with it, too. Naturals."
"Kurt's very pretty," Sharon commented, not needing much prompting to flicker between topics or speak her mind. She wrapped said tail around Pietro, pulling him closer. Once lured in she nuzzled his cheek. "Also pretty," she said. "And ridiculous. Why I like you."
Pietro chuckled, as usual utterly charmed with Sharon. Who wouldn't be? (Well, except Illyana. Was that still a thing? He'd have to remember to ask.) He held her a little tighter and moved his hips with hers, smiling into her hair. "Thanks."
After talking with Sirius Sharon tracked down Pietro, bumping into him and giving him a friendly shoulder nuzzle. "Hi," she said. Then, pulling the large bag of cat nipfrom her pocket, she held it for him to see. "So. Birthday presents. Very different. Should I bring over and share with Oliver one day? Better than yours."
She didn't mean Pietro's catnip. Oliver was a very chill cat sometimes, likely aided by Pietro's habits.
Pietro chuckled. "Now that is a great gift for a kitten. Pretty sure Oliver would appreciate it way more than mine, yeah. You like this stuff?" He turned to face her, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his Giants hoodie. Nice night for a camp out--even if he wasn't planning on camping. His idea of camping involved, like, room service.
She shrugged. "Not much experience with. Never seen this much catnip outside a stuffed mouse. Be interesting."
Pietro bumped her shoulder with his. "I gotta be there for this, so yes, please bring it over. What are you supposed to do, anyhow, like... roll around in it?"
Sharon laughed. "You'll have much vacuuming." She hugged Pietro and gave him an affectionate nuzzle.
"S'okay, I already do; Oliver sheds like crazy. And I like cleaning. It brings more order to the world, you know?" Pietro chuckled, doubting that she did.
She was only keen on household chores when it came to dishes and knowing that trash needed to go out. But whatever made Pietro happy. "Have much more time than other people," she noted.
He chuckled. "True. What about you? Don't cats nap all day? You seem pretty awake most times. What do yo do all day when I don't see you?"
"Nap less now that I'm human more," she noted. "But when no classes or homework, much more napping. And exploring. Playing outside." She smiled.
"Playing what?" Pietro smirked.
She grinned. "I like to chase things."
"Oooh, that's a hobby of mine, too. Tell me, kitten, what, exactly, is your favorite thing to chase?"
Sharon nuzzled at Pietro's hair. "If I'm hungry, deer. If I'm not, probably Steve. Speedsters are fun too."
"We have gotta do it. I love a good game of tag." Pietro winked.
"Bet you think ahead more. Bart, easy to distract. Be a challenge, won't you?" she asked with a warm grin.
Bart. Pietro grimaced. He reeeeally should be paying more attention to the kid, helping him get acclimatized or... something. Just. That kid was Pietro's worst nightmare made flesh, okay. He was... trying. "Well, I am easily distractable, but not by you. I got my eye on you, kitty." He did the gesture to go with it.
Sharon laughed and nipped at the air toward his pointing finger. "Watch all you like. Already a cat toy for one cat."
"Is there anyone who isn't instantly a toy, with you around? Or Oliver, for that matter?" Pietro smiled affectionately.
Sharon considered that. "Coulson took work," she decided.
"But you got there in the end," Pietro pointed out. Which was, frankly, hilarious. "You and Lucky both. And somehow Clint..." Though Pietro had no idea what that was about, he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Sharon's lips curved with a smirk. "Not the same. Wanda isn't a toy," she added. "Though she's very cosy. One of best chairs around."
"Agreed, my friend. Very comfortable. Even when I'm twitchy as fuck." Pietro considered. "Hey do you do that thing where your pupils get blown and you just run around like crazy? Like--other cats?"
Sharon tilted her head. "Don't know about pupils. But if bored, yeah, run around 'like crazy'."
"Then I cannot wait to try out the catnip, princess." Pietro leaned in and kissed her hair. "Hey, wanna dance?"
Sharon beamed. "With you? Yes! Always."
Pietro pulled out his Stark Phone. "Rihanna? Daft Punk? Fetty Wrap? Taylor Swift?"
"Surprise me?" she requested.
Pietro prided himself on being biddable--in the right circumstances. Such as choosing music. So he did, calling up the S1 Empire soundtrack. Because the world needed more Tiana, especially when it was time to dance. Bad Girl time. He started it and set it to the side, then stood and held out his hand for Sharon.
Like most music, Sharon loved the rhythm, and thought the lyrics were ridiculous. She suspected that was the point. Sharon took Pietro's hand and went to him, finding the beat and moving comfortably close.
"I am totally convinced that the tail helps with rhythm." Pietro grinned and slipped an arm loosely about her waist. "Kurt's good with it, too. Naturals."
"Kurt's very pretty," Sharon commented, not needing much prompting to flicker between topics or speak her mind. She wrapped said tail around Pietro, pulling him closer. Once lured in she nuzzled his cheek. "Also pretty," she said. "And ridiculous. Why I like you."
Pietro chuckled, as usual utterly charmed with Sharon. Who wouldn't be? (Well, except Illyana. Was that still a thing? He'd have to remember to ask.) He held her a little tighter and moved his hips with hers, smiling into her hair. "Thanks."
