Fancy seeing you here!

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARY

     Oh my god.      She has no idea what to do in response except run at him in return.

While he did travel around the house for a short while (a bit curious as to what had changed), he refused to shower just yet– determine to win Mary’s affections anew before. With a hum on his lips and a hand hanging lazily from the pocket of his shorts (only thumb tucked in it), he headed into the kitchen, his free hand casually brushing over Mary’s hip as he walked past her and leaned against the counter besides her-facing her still. “Liked the old furniture better.”

    ‘Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ you’re old,’ Mary retorted, turning with a cocked brow and handing Mikk his coffee (she was a total barista pro).  She couldn’t help showing a hint of amusement at her own lame joke, though.  She had made herself some tea.     ‘Rush chewed up the last couch something fierce.  His anxiety was at its worst, then.’  Rush, named after the Australian actor Geoffrey Rush, was Mary’s Australian Terrier.  At that, as if summoned, the old dog casually made his way out to greet the familiar visitor.  Poor Geoffrey Rush was mostly deaf, so he didn’t immediately notice Mikk’s arrival.

     Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs when Mary would feel a little bad for her occasionally colder attitude, but these days she was unapologetic whenever it arose.  Honestly, most of the time when she saw Mikk, she wanted to wipe that cocky grin from his face and strangle him with that very own stupid beard of his--     ‘Sure, no worries.’     She made her way towards the kitchen, letting him either follow or go off and do as he pleased.  Maybe he’d even shower.