#antheiin

“HA.”

[sms]: miri Im straight up drunk right now lmmmmmmmmao

[sms]: at home

[sms]: “HOME”

Perusing through a store’s available clothes, Himiko hummed. She loved to shop, even if stealing was much easier. There was just something so nice about having bags full of new purchases...

Himiko was keeping a careful eye on the other patrons, if only out of habit. Knowing who was in the vicinity was always useful. If she had to flee, it was important to know the best exits to be used. In doing so, Himiko took note of another girl in the store. She was pretty, the blonde thought, and seemed to be doing the exact same thing that Himiko was. 

In a few short moments, Himiko was looking through the same rack of dresses as the girl that had caught her attention. She picked out a dress at random, turning to her with a large smile.

this had been gambit’s idea and normally magik would have refused. she didn’t really need to meet his girlfriend and, honestly, given her social skills she wasn’t sure why he thought it was a good idea. even those she was close to often found her weird, scary, or just generally socially awkward.

still, she was trying to be friendly, gambit was one of the only other x-men in this city, and he’d made a rather pointed comment about how she should probably meet miriam if she wanted to keep randomly showing up at his (new) place. given that she’d been stealing all his snacks and didn’t want to buy her own, she’d had no real choice but to agree.

she’d faced hordes of dangerous creatures and supervillains, but she still felt, of all things, nervous sitting in the cafe. fighting was a lot easier than trying to be social.

Eddie showed up in her offence, unprompted and unannounced. He doesn’t have the most cheerful demeanor.

          Golden Ward, apparently that’s what his new home was called. It was busy, loud, crowded, and smelled like before. Daryl hated it. He lost his crossbow, his bike, his lighter, and his knife. Her knife. The archer pulled the toy off his back, loaded it with a suction cup bolt, and fired, not caring where it landed. Only it ended up hitting some chick smack-dab in the center of her forehead. 

      Okay, that was a big mess from the look of it, but he could at least be grateful he wasn’t in the area that the chaos was taking place. He had his own ‘work’ outside of Golden, personally. But Remy couldn’t help the gnawing feeling in his chest for a moment about this mess.

[text to: Miri❤] [text from: Remy]