Scott and Pietro, Tuesday evening
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om_mainPietro's cake is a lie (or, at least, a teller of lies), but he shares it with Scott. Scott is not surprised by said lie, but that's okay, because cake.
Finally, the moment came to cut the glorious cakes Victor had provided, though Pietro absolutely hated to ruin his. Wanda's was an elaborate work of art, but Pietro's was imbued with his personality!
... Also he was fairly tipsy but hey. It was their birthday!
After passing around a few pieces of both, he spotted Summers the Elder in a corner, apparently abandoned for the moment by his tiny-but-fierce girlfriend. Pietro snagged another piece of rainbow-colored cake, careful that it contained part of the word fabulous, and marched right up to him. "Hello, my new chess partner. Have some cake. I am sorry for being so fabulous."
Scott snorted. "I seriously doubt that you are." But like hell if he was going to turn down free cake.
"Look at that, one afternoon of chess and you know me so well already. No wonder I keep losing." Pietro grinned happily, cheeks were flushed with dancing as much as the mild buzz.
Scott rolled his eyes, exaggerating the gesture so that the birthday blur could see it. "I think anyone with at least two brain cells could guess that you're not apologetic about what you consider 'being so fabulous.'"
"Be fair, Scott." Pietro held up one finger mock-seriously. "It's not just me. Is not your idea of fabulous, but I'm not convinced you have an idea of fabulous, so come on." The grin burst through right about then.
"I'm sure that my lack of fabulosity is the real problem here," he agreed dryly. "Fortunately, it allows me to balance out the amount of glitter that seems to seep from your pores."
"The universe has a way of managing things," Pietro said by way of agreement, back to grinning. "Though Josh just gave me a bag full of literal body glitter so I hope you're bringing your A-game."
Scott gave Pietro a suspicious look. A bag of body glitter? Bag?
"I swear, Maximoff, if you get that shit all over my room, I will hurt you. That stuff is like fucking sparkling herpes. Once you get it in the room, it never goes away."
Pietro attempted to look innocent. Which he was, as usual, terrible at. “We cleaned up after Remy’s masquerade glitter. We always clean up, just sometimes you come home early.”
But he was just winding Scott up, so before the other boy could reply, Pietro speedily added, “I’ll stick to my room. Or, better yet, outdoors. My natural god-given pore-glitter, on the other hand, I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with it a little longer. In your room, across the chess board…”
"Yeah, I'm inconsiderate like that. Walking into my own room," Scott agreed. "And if you and LeBeau have sex on the chessboard, I'm getting us a new game."
Immediately, totally nonchalant, Pietro replied, “That implies we haven’t already.”
"Funny," Scott said, though nothing about his tone of voice indicated that he thought so.
“Oh come onnn, you know I’m joking.” Though Pietro’s smirk said clearly enough he might not have been… except he totally was. This time. “It’s a party. Your girlfriend’s willing to be seen in public with you. There’s cake. Cheer up, Summers!”
Scott snorted slightly. "I know better than to take your word for where you and LeBeau have been hooking up, and fuck knows I refuse to speculate." That would only be traumatic.
"What? That's not cheery enough for you?"
“Oh, no, Scott. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Pietro said sweetly. And really, he wouldn’t. Scott was kind of a dick, but his sense of humor was entertaining. Somehow. No one was more surprised than Pietro. “Enjoy the fabulosity!”
"That would be 'being another way,'" Scott pointed out dryly.
Pietro winked as he flitted off. He saw Lydia coming, after all, and did not wanna be present for that.
Finally, the moment came to cut the glorious cakes Victor had provided, though Pietro absolutely hated to ruin his. Wanda's was an elaborate work of art, but Pietro's was imbued with his personality!
... Also he was fairly tipsy but hey. It was their birthday!
After passing around a few pieces of both, he spotted Summers the Elder in a corner, apparently abandoned for the moment by his tiny-but-fierce girlfriend. Pietro snagged another piece of rainbow-colored cake, careful that it contained part of the word fabulous, and marched right up to him. "Hello, my new chess partner. Have some cake. I am sorry for being so fabulous."
Scott snorted. "I seriously doubt that you are." But like hell if he was going to turn down free cake.
"Look at that, one afternoon of chess and you know me so well already. No wonder I keep losing." Pietro grinned happily, cheeks were flushed with dancing as much as the mild buzz.
Scott rolled his eyes, exaggerating the gesture so that the birthday blur could see it. "I think anyone with at least two brain cells could guess that you're not apologetic about what you consider 'being so fabulous.'"
"Be fair, Scott." Pietro held up one finger mock-seriously. "It's not just me. Is not your idea of fabulous, but I'm not convinced you have an idea of fabulous, so come on." The grin burst through right about then.
"I'm sure that my lack of fabulosity is the real problem here," he agreed dryly. "Fortunately, it allows me to balance out the amount of glitter that seems to seep from your pores."
"The universe has a way of managing things," Pietro said by way of agreement, back to grinning. "Though Josh just gave me a bag full of literal body glitter so I hope you're bringing your A-game."
Scott gave Pietro a suspicious look. A bag of body glitter? Bag?
"I swear, Maximoff, if you get that shit all over my room, I will hurt you. That stuff is like fucking sparkling herpes. Once you get it in the room, it never goes away."
Pietro attempted to look innocent. Which he was, as usual, terrible at. “We cleaned up after Remy’s masquerade glitter. We always clean up, just sometimes you come home early.”
But he was just winding Scott up, so before the other boy could reply, Pietro speedily added, “I’ll stick to my room. Or, better yet, outdoors. My natural god-given pore-glitter, on the other hand, I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with it a little longer. In your room, across the chess board…”
"Yeah, I'm inconsiderate like that. Walking into my own room," Scott agreed. "And if you and LeBeau have sex on the chessboard, I'm getting us a new game."
Immediately, totally nonchalant, Pietro replied, “That implies we haven’t already.”
"Funny," Scott said, though nothing about his tone of voice indicated that he thought so.
“Oh come onnn, you know I’m joking.” Though Pietro’s smirk said clearly enough he might not have been… except he totally was. This time. “It’s a party. Your girlfriend’s willing to be seen in public with you. There’s cake. Cheer up, Summers!”
Scott snorted slightly. "I know better than to take your word for where you and LeBeau have been hooking up, and fuck knows I refuse to speculate." That would only be traumatic.
"What? That's not cheery enough for you?"
“Oh, no, Scott. I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Pietro said sweetly. And really, he wouldn’t. Scott was kind of a dick, but his sense of humor was entertaining. Somehow. No one was more surprised than Pietro. “Enjoy the fabulosity!”
"That would be 'being another way,'" Scott pointed out dryly.
Pietro winked as he flitted off. He saw Lydia coming, after all, and did not wanna be present for that.
