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defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
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Des Moines, IA | Friday Morning
Annie loved her mom, but after two months of living on her own, having her around constantly was a little...stifling. They'd spent all day yesterday volunteering together - and of course Annie had been Starlight at the time, which was great for press but not the best for her conscience - before falling asleep in front of the first Translucent movie on the couch together. That was kind of nice, although it was less nice when Donna had prodded her daughter awake at five and sent her out to the backyard in the dark.
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
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Was this you?
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maybe.
Followed shortly by, I'll help you inflate them!
Probably not why Rey was asking.
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She had other questions but that was a big one.
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Annie was giving this her usual 'Rey is from space and needs the whole story'-level of explanation, yes, though the kegs were labeled so maybe it wasn't that necessary.
But then, neither were all the Christmas-related emojis that followed, but Annie included them anyway.
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and what do you DO with reindeer at a party?
The question of Santa with reindeer was a whole other thing.
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hug them? carry them around? put coats on one?
there should be at least 8.
Annie was unclear on whether Rudolph had been included in this set when she had impulse-bought it, so really there might even be nine.
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Which would fall over after two coats. No way was it standing up. Might as well just dump your coat directly on the floor.
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Surprise!!!
Not that the coat rack thing was any kind of good idea, still.
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Which was a good idea! Summer was great at this stuff! Summer had experience!
Also uhhh Rey could believe a lot of people might come now.
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A second later:
spotlight (& a bunch of other lights) might be arriving soon too, fyi.
Look Annie had just not wanted things to pile up at her own door while she was gone, that was all. She was practical.
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Maybe that was too much.
it's her Christmas shot debut! Because that made it make sense.
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It probably should have occurred to her to maybe discourage food in the Jello shots, but it didn't.
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Though Annie had also considered that there might be, like, ham or beef shots or something, and she was just going to avoid those.
and I'm gonna make punch!
Punch that would probably double as paint thinner due to alcohol content, though it would look very pretty and festive in the beverage dispenser she had also ordered.
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Rey, of course, was super wrong.
I'm starting to feel like i should be doing more besides accepting deliveries
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Especially considering Annie had not asked if she could have things delivered there.
but you don't bake, do you? cause we're doing cookies. Rey did not seem like the baking type but you know, Annie had been wrong about who was and wasn't 'the baking type' pretty recently.
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She was weirdly good at most things, and really they could always get pre-made sugar cookies you just threw in the oven.
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And here Annie helpfully sent along a YouTube video so that Rey would know what she meant by 'decorating,' and also so she could also get an idea of what her kitchen would probably look like after a bunch of drunk people attempted to use frosting and sprinkles.
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no ones will actually look like that.
She wasn't even taking the drinking into consideration, which was why she'd still be finding lone sprinkles in March.
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Not a typo. She actually put 'artiste' on purpose.
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Annie's apartment would never be able to accommodate all the people she was now sure were coming. Plus no lanai!
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They were getting Tollhouse.
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He finally gave in and risked being clingy by texting Annie.
How was your Thanksgiving?
Yes he texted in full sentences with punctuation. He was new at this.
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totally fine. Spent the day volunteering and wearing a hairnet, which super did not go with my cape. Yours?
She didn't think she was probably missing much back in Fandom, which kind of was worse because they could be not missing much together. Like how they'd spent Wednesday.
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Annie was pretty hopeless in the kitchen herself so she had very little room to tease, but that didn't stop her.
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Most of them related to childhood trauma but they were skills nonetheless!
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Annie was not thinking about childhood trauma, no.
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Seriously, it was like, two more days, but this trip had been really poorly-timed. Not that she'd known how poorly-timed it'd be when she had promised to come home for Thanksgiving, but still.
speaking of skills, want to see something cool?
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Accompanied by the wide shot, taken about a half hour ago now, of a smiling Annie pushing a clearly-out-of-use sedan completely onto its front tires and up over her head.
She was slowly - slowly - coming around on the idea that Diego was not only not intimidated by her strength but...maybe actually kind of into it?
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That is awesome! I need to see this in person sometime.
It might end with them fooling around in the backseat of whatever car she lifted up after, but whatever.
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Yeah, no, not weirded out so much as still incredibly into the novelty of him finding it attractive. Kind of one of the (many) things she liked about him.
what are you up to?
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Just boring ol' boxing and running.
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Kind of a shame, since it there was an emergency or something she could probably believably say she needed to get back sooner. (Annie did not have enough of a poker face to lie at all convincingly to her mom, even if she wanted to.)
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And it made the fact that he missed her even more obvious.
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They would probably not be bored if she was there, let's be honest.
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And he only partially meant that in a dirty way!
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She also only partially meant it in the dirty way. There was also a whole lot of tinsel out there that she could be either shipping to Rey's or trying to force him to wear, after all.