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@sonof-thunder
text | idiot of ⚡
morgan: you don't know what you're talking about thorson
morgan: *facepalm gif*
morgan: i am well aware of what a chicken sounds like
mo: well, i would hope so
mo: considering you are one
mo: boooooock bock bock bock!
“Carol Danvers,” Sharon said proudly, never once hating mentioning her mother. They were best friends, each other’s confidants, and way more than just mother and daughter. “So what you’re saying is your father is more personable than you, gotcha,” she laughed lightly. “That doesn’t seem to surprise me.”
“Ah, of course. I should have guessed it.” Sharon was obviously a lot more proud of the hero thing than he was. Typical of the whole second gen hero clan. That wasn’t for Modi, though. “I wouldn’t say personable. I would say... More of a push over.”
text | idiot of ⚡
morgan: oh fuck off modi
morgan: first of all i wasnt scared
morgan: second of all you wouldnt be the one holding me if i was.
mo: well, i know who you would want to hold you, but you're too chicken to tell him.
mo: bock bock bock booock
mo: that was a chicken noise
text | idiot of ⚡
morgan: you sound just like your father
morgan: next time, can you at least dial it down a little
morgan: i could hardly sleep with all the flashing lights
mo: i promises
mo: don't worry, though. i can always hold you if you get too scared ;)
The brunette rolled her eyes. Her patience was already wearing thin, and this pretentious frat boy’s attitude wasn’t helping. “…You really can’t take a hint, can you? I don’t want to talk. And I’ll be nasty any damn time I choose, especially when I’ve had a long fucking day, but pardon me for not being pleasant. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home.”
“God, you really are a firecracker, aren’t you?” He wasn’t one that was easily scared away. In fact, he preferred it when women didn’t fall all over him. He loved the thrill of the chase. “You’d really turn down dancing and free booze? Oof. Your loss then.”
Of course he would. Sharon could read him like a books, even from a mile away. Everything about him just screamed egotistical jerk who’s never been told no. And when he introduced himself, the puzzle pieces fell together. “Thorson.. as in Thor,” Sharon nodded, smirking a bit. “See, now that makes a lot of sense. My mother’s told me about your father, and clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Your mother? Well, who’s your mother?” Mo raised an eyebrow. He thought he knew all of the Avengers crew. Sure, he didn’t really spend much time hanging around them, but he still knew them. The whole hero thing just wasn’t his scene. “And my father and I are very different. He’s much more into community outreach, let’s just say.”
text | idiot of ⚡
morgan: Modi
morgan: I swear.
morgan: Was that lightning storm last night your doing?
mo: things get boring around here
mo: gotta create my own excitement these days
Sharon’s eyes met his, baby blues meeting warm brown as she took in his wide smile and confident swagger. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his words, nodding a bit. “I don’t think whoever is in charge of your booth would be very happy that you’re late,” she crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing him up a bit. “Though something tells me that doesn’t bother you as much as it should.”
“Oh, you know it doesn’t. If it comes between talking to a beautiful woman and helping out with a community event, I’ll take talking to the beautiful woman any day.” He smirked a little, tilting his head. “I’m Mo. Mo Thorson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
was most certainly not interested in whatever was going on at this…what was it? A frat house? Ick. Sure, frat boys had been great for a half-decent lay when she’d first moved to Calisota, but their attitudes left something to be desired. The brunette was already regretting her decision to take the long walk home – she really should have driven like usual, but something had led her to walk (as if she really even needed the extra exercise) – and now she had to talk to someone? Could this day just end already?
“Me? I’m heading home, because I just spent literally my entire day at the gym. You should go back inside, blondie.”
Oof. She wasn’t too sweet, was she? That only spurred him on. He took rejection as an invitation to try harder. “Well, there’s no reason to be nasty. I was just trying to make conversation,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re feisty, huh?”
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The fall was one of the more cozy months, which Sharon absolutely adored. But it was also when school had started again, and her stresses were at their highest. Grad school was something she always set out to do, but there were times where she feels like she might have bitten off more than she could chew. So she told herself she would give herself set days that were just for her. Me time, so to speak. She needed it, she deserved it. And that’s what she was doing at the festival.
Walking by a few of the stands that were set up, Sharon had her hands behind her back as she strolled by. She admired the hard work that people put into the event. Everything looked wonderful and everyone seemed extremely pleased. It brought a smile to her lips as she seemed in a daze, eyes scanning the area, and of course, not paying attention.
“Oh, excuse me,” she said as she bumped shoulders with someone.
Mo was late. Of course he was late, though. That was nothing new or unexpected, but this time it was actually unintentional. He really had wanted to be there at the booth. He wasn’t really involved in the community, but he loved Halloween so the Autumn Festival was the exception for him.
As he rushed through the crowd, he couldn’t help but zero in a young, beautiful blonde. Should he? Oh, yes he should. He bumped into her, making sure not to be too rough. “Oh, no problem,” he told her, his lips widening into his signature smile. “I was just headed over to my booth... But that can always wait.”
Another night. Another party. Mo wasn’t as interested as he usually was, however. Sure, the women (and men, for that matter) were pretty. Sure, there was enough booze to go around. For some reason he just felt... Off. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but then again, did he really want to? Exploring his own feelings isn’t something that he was willing to do ever. Instead, he stepped out of his fraternity house in an attempt to get some fresh air. As he did, someone he found rather attractive was walking by. With a charming smile, he called out. “Hey you. Where’re you off to in such a hurry?”