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MHA #8, Thursday night
Yesterday had been extremely odd, and exhausting, even for here. Today had been fine for Stark though. Much less chaotic. He hadn’t turned into anyone or anything he shouldn’t have, for one thing. That was always a positive. His mask had stayed where it was meant to, which also helped make for a more pleasant day. Wine class had presumably been fine as well but now he was back in his apartment and settling in for the night.
He’d eaten (a meal not entirely made up of sugar, even) and cleaned up the kitchen. It could be an early night, he thought, or maybe he would curl up on his couch and watch a food program, or look for recipe inspirations for class tomorrow. Maybe even both.
For now, he’d shower. Perhaps shave. It would be better to have a freshly shaved head before facing paintball tomorrow in case Anakin tried (or accomplished) anything. That sounded good to Stark. A shower, a shave, and a quiet night in.
So that’s where he was, in the shower (without his mask, because it was easier not to get the straps wet than to dry them after) in his empty and locked apartment. At least, the door was locked the last time he checked.
[Stark is clearly expecting nobody. I am expecting 1 or 2 neighbors for maximum awkwardness! :D]
He’d eaten (a meal not entirely made up of sugar, even) and cleaned up the kitchen. It could be an early night, he thought, or maybe he would curl up on his couch and watch a food program, or look for recipe inspirations for class tomorrow. Maybe even both.
For now, he’d shower. Perhaps shave. It would be better to have a freshly shaved head before facing paintball tomorrow in case Anakin tried (or accomplished) anything. That sounded good to Stark. A shower, a shave, and a quiet night in.
So that’s where he was, in the shower (without his mask, because it was easier not to get the straps wet than to dry them after) in his empty and locked apartment. At least, the door was locked the last time he checked.
[Stark is clearly expecting nobody. I am expecting 1 or 2 neighbors for maximum awkwardness! :D]
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"Why are you here?"
Stark, you idiot.
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It was because she'd been lonely and lacked any real boundaries. Or patience, which was why she'd broken in.
"I did knock." Just not loudly. Or more than a couple times.
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"I was in the shower," he said finally. In case that wasn't obvious from how he was still wearing only a towel.
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Obviously.
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In case the scream and the yelling wasn't a clue there.
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Yeah, Stark, you were the unreasonable one, here.
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"I wasn't...I..."
If Stark started flailing he was going to lose the towel so he was just going to keep a death grip on it with one hand.
"I didn't even have my mask on and you could have been anyone and I..."
"I'm not used to nice surprises," he finished after a moment.
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Because that just made her want to make sure his apartment was more secure in case people who weren't her did break in. (This was a bad idea, considering how secure her ship was and that Faye herself slept with a gun.)
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"Not usually here," he allowed. He usually felt safe here. Maybe not at this exact moment though.
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"Well, we should fix that, too," she decided, shrugging. "If someone who was actually a danger to you broke in, I'd be over here to help, you know."
Perhaps this was not the reassurance Faye thought it was.
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"How are you going to fix it?"
Honestly, Stark. How do you think?
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Look, she could maybe make this work, still.
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Oh, indeed.
Stark was just going to hold that towel a little tighter, thanks.