Shock was quite possibly the only way to describe the expression currently etched into the males features after the obnoxious sputtering had ceased as they came to rest over the apparently missing individual who stood a mere foot away from him, voice blaring guns raging, such a typical entrance for her. But he had no actual ability to answer as he glanced down, then up, then back down again just for good measure and taking a moment to think perhaps he was just as drunk as they had been all those years ago. He wished so, anyway.
“wot—“
Always such a charming individual filled with poised words and grace, though, not, and this were no different as he glanced back down at that horrendous board game that had started this mess to begin with– clearly her bloody idea to play!
“The hell do you think I did? Had a cuppa? Course I rolled the bloody dice!”
And as per usual they were at it in the blink of an eye, unable to fathom what in god’s name was going on right now as any kind of an explanation was clearly going to elude him for the time being. She was tense, as expected, and –
“Where’d you even come from!?”
He hadn’t had even close to enough whiskey to try and stomach this and it was a right mess it was, though unfortunately it was just another incident for this lot. Least he wasn’t in spanx–
As he spoke her nervous energy built- his sass was meant with an impatient hand gesture and a sneer that asked him to move the explanation filled to the brim with British charm along. She was very ready to move and move she would the very second he said that he had in fact rolled the dice; in fact she did not so much move as let momentum take her as she threw herself toward him and latched on in an almost suffocating hug. “YOU ROLLED THE DICE!” It was a moot point and yet she insisted on SHOUTING it.
She was leaner, weathered, cut up and bruised, but no taller then when she had left. It was obvious that whatever she’d endured had been hard on her even if just what it was she lived through wasn’t as obvious. Even if he hadn’t gotten a good look at her surely the death grip she had around him was a testament to her new found survival skills. “You rolled a five! Or an eight? Oh, it doesn’t matter! I could kiss you!” Two hands cupped his cheeks and for a moment it seemed she would kiss him leaning in and locking eyes.
But alas, being reacquainted with the world was an overwhelming thing. Clumsily would she detach from him and even more clumsily would she stumble around the room. It was quaint, it was familiar. “You would not believe what I’ve been through because of that- “
A pause from the rugged reentry to society as her eyes darted toward the board strewn out on the floor and she stumbled over the rest of her sentence, “- game.”
“Why are you still playing that game Petey? You should have packed that thing up!”
It had never once occurred to her to think on how long she’d been gone (years), if he’d missed her (if he’d gone crazy from missing her), or if they’d marked her dead after her disappearance (she’d felt dead). Only shouted. Very Kitty Pryde of her. “That thing is dangerous!”
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“Been workin’ out right good I have.” He felt like this must be a dream, it had to be, no way in hell had he sat for so...
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