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MHA #8, Thursday
Stark was still settling back in here. Things still felt odd (he still felt odd) but he was trying to work through that.
Today's attempt at ignoring odd feelings involved cleaning. His apartment was usually kept very clean. He liked it that way, liked that he could keep it that way. Since mid-January, however, he'd cared much less about that, and then he'd been gone for a few weeks and now there were certainly things that needed to be done.
Today he was starting in the kitchen. The fridge was questionable at best, right now.
[Expecting one but there is literally nothing to stop someone else from knocking on a door. I will be slow as always though because work remains a shitshow.]
Today's attempt at ignoring odd feelings involved cleaning. His apartment was usually kept very clean. He liked it that way, liked that he could keep it that way. Since mid-January, however, he'd cared much less about that, and then he'd been gone for a few weeks and now there were certainly things that needed to be done.
Today he was starting in the kitchen. The fridge was questionable at best, right now.
[Expecting one but there is literally nothing to stop someone else from knocking on a door. I will be slow as always though because work remains a shitshow.]
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No, don't let the baby clean. It'd be too adorable to be possible.
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"But I appreciate the company."
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Still managed to get into trouble and almost get murdered and had some weird maybe magic powers. Like you do.
"His name is D'Argo."
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"D'Argo," Din repeated, nodding like it was a perfectly reasonable name. Because it was, okay? It was. "Maybe if you go back, Grogu can meet him."
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On purpose, Din? With the baby?
"You don't need to do that."