MHA #8, Tuesday evening after class

[stykera]

Class had presumably gone well and once things were cleaned up Stark had headed back to his apartment where, he assumed, there would still be a squirrel waiting for him. Hopefully just the one squirrel he was expecting and not any stray wildlife.

“Summer? I brought snacks back with me,” he called out as he opened the door. “Plenty of nuts to share.”

Had he said that on purpose to see if he could inspire another fit of squirrelly laughter? Maybe he had.

“Are you back to yourself yet? Or still a squirrel?”

He stopped in the kitchen to put down the food he’d brought back before heading to the living room to look for his temporary resident squirrel. There were plenty of blankets lying around to make cozy squirrel nests in. Not quite as many blankets as there were in the bedroom but he didn’t think she would be in there. He’d find her soon enough. The apartment really wasn’t that all that large.

[For that ginger squirrel!]

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[stykera]

Stark turned around, relieved. "I can clean them up," he said. "It's fine."

He looked at the nuts all over the floor, then looked at Summer when she made her final comment. "Summer!" He was trying not to laugh. He was failing.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"What?" asked Summer, entirely innocently. "I haven't been able to make terrible quips like that for a straight week! Cut me a little slack."

She was, though, (carefully, mindful of the robe and various gaps) kneeling down a little to at least try to pick up some of it from the floor. "But I can help," she said. "I made the mess, after all. But, gotta admit, this part probably would be easier as a squirrel."

[stykera]

"Are you sure you weren't making them in Squirrel?" Stark asked as he watched her respectfully for a moment before kneeling down to help.

"You didn't make the mess on purpose. Is your head alright?"