Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-04-16 05:20 am
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MHA #2 | Friday Morning
So, with all the excitement, this had absolutely been one of the most memorable weeks of Annie's life.
It had, also, notably, been weirdly...inactive, in other ways. In, specifically, a way in which she was usually pretty active these days.
There had been the whole flaming-hot apartment/freezing-cold shower issue on Tuesday, the whole jello shot issue on Wednesday, and between life and training and packing (yes, the new place was furnished but what if she needed something?), she and Diego had been sort of...missing each other.
Which was why Friday morning, when Annie sleepily meandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower -- and the water came out pleasantly warm, as it should, thank you -- it only took her a moment to get an idea.
"Hey, Diego?" She ducked her head out of the bathroom, pulling a towel around herself loosely. "Can you come here?"
Her tone, at least, was very much not one of distress, so hopefully he wouldn't, like, feel the need to come running. (Unless he did. Seriously, it had been since before the kids got here. That was like centuries in sex time.)
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It had, also, notably, been weirdly...inactive, in other ways. In, specifically, a way in which she was usually pretty active these days.
There had been the whole flaming-hot apartment/freezing-cold shower issue on Tuesday, the whole jello shot issue on Wednesday, and between life and training and packing (yes, the new place was furnished but what if she needed something?), she and Diego had been sort of...missing each other.
Which was why Friday morning, when Annie sleepily meandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower -- and the water came out pleasantly warm, as it should, thank you -- it only took her a moment to get an idea.
"Hey, Diego?" She ducked her head out of the bathroom, pulling a towel around herself loosely. "Can you come here?"
Her tone, at least, was very much not one of distress, so hopefully he wouldn't, like, feel the need to come running. (Unless he did. Seriously, it had been since before the kids got here. That was like centuries in sex time.)
[for someone(s).]
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Look at her try to thread the needle between, 'Yes, Diego, that thing is the way to refer to it,' and, 'Yes, Five, your relationship is just as real as ours for the purposes of this example.'
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Honestly, this was completely in line with most Hargreeves interactions as adults. The whole getting along mostly thing was a bit of an aberration.
"I'll leave you with your mommy replacement then," he snapped, disappearing in a dramatic whirl.
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"I am going to find that mannequin and set it on fire."
He wouldn't, since it seemed to be the one thing Five actually liked, but let him be dramatic for a goddamn minute.
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"I mean, don't, he might have, like, a psychotic break or something if you do," Annie sighed. Though how would they even tell.
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"Maybe a psychotic break will make him normal." That's how it worked, right?
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Even if she also, you know, wanted to strangle Five with her own hands right now. Goddamn teleportation.
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They could be proactive about this, though. "What can we threaten him with that'll actually matter?" Not setting Dolores on fire, obviously, Five would just hide her somewhere. "So this never happens again?"
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Just cover the floor in bear traps. They could live in the bed. It would be fine.
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Because, seriously. This week.
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To Annie's credit, she was at least accurately blaming the island. She just also was taking it personally when it was -- much like last week -- not a them thing.
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It didn't seem especially likely, but it sure would be convenient if Five was, like, easier to get along with.
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Annie knew about the theft, and the substance abuse, and about the stylish ladies' sunglasses, but she did not realize that if anyone was a pervert in this family....
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"Klaus is...let's just say he doesn't know the concept of personal space," Diego said. "Not, like, in a super gross way or anything. He just doesn't like being alone."
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"So Five's not the only non-knocker in the family?" Annie asked, trying to read between the lines a bit there.
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Except Vanya, but he didn't know that yet.
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She really needed to learn to stop asking questions about how Sir Reginald could be worse, and yet.
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