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He’d only meant to grab some more comics to read, carefully returning those he’d originally taken to their proper places in his collection. That he’d been caught on the way out had never been part of the plan. And yet, here he was, face to face with the whole reason he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed in spite of his growing sense that he was staying too long with a different friend - and a different sense that it was possible to call two rooms home. Either way, he hugged the comics to his chest. “Uh, hi, Flynn. Long time no see?”

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family dinner | Rowland family + Carver family + Anika

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“No,” Marie was laughing, disbelief in her voice. “18 months as roommates and only a month ago the two of you started gaming together?”

“Yeah. And that’s when we worked out we used to play WoW together, too. Online, you know?”

“We know what you mean, angel,” Austin called from his own place. Gabe’s father had taken a place on the floor of the kitchen and was petting Millie, who, once he got over the sudden arrival of a group of strangers, had adjusted pretty quickly to the attention. Marie and Austin loved animals just as much as their son, and had taken to Millie Pippen immediately - and Marie had agreed with Flynn’s original point, that Pippen was a much better name.

“He means he changed your password and has been playing with your little avatar,” his mom clarified.

Anika, who’d settled on the bench despite Marie’s half-hearted attempts to get her away from the food preparation area, snorted. “Even I know that’s shi - uh, not great.” She didn’t even bother trying to hide her grimace, still not totally believing she’d agreed to try to ‘behave’ - by traditional standards, not her own - for the stupid dinner. Though the winged wonder had insisted his moms cooking was even better than his own and Flynn’s, so she hadn’t been about to say no. She could pick her battles.

Gabe wasn’t totally sure what his parents were thinking of Flynn’s girlfriend, but they’d greeted her as politedly as they’d greeted anyone. And she’d endured Austin’s questions about her power - despite obviously not being comfortable with it. He owed her now, he knew he did, though he wasn’t sure what he could do to return the favor. “Please tell me you don’t play PvP. Dad, if you ruin my averages...”

Austin laughed, rubbing Millie’s ears as he glanced up at his son, helping his mom cook, just like he used to. It was all incredibly nostalgic. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, if it makes you feel better.”

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Well, it had been several days since the winged fucking wonder had ‘helpfully’ told Anika that fixing this was on her. And, fine, so be it, she could agree to that. It was her responsibility, her mess to clean up, and never let it be said she didn’t make an effort to at least make it obvious that she did that much.

That, and she’d been dicking around in one of the stupid tiny stores in town, had stumbled upon some shitty plastic toys that called themselves action figures. When her mind had skimmed over the shitty plastic toys part of the descriptor and gone right to Flynn likes those, apparently, she’d actually gotten some sort of idea out of it. Maybe she couldn’t say sorry enough times to make it mean anything. But she could at least demonstrate she’d been listening to the things he’d said, even if he told her to piss off. At least if he yells at me to get lost, that’s the end of that, she reasoned. No one can say I didn’t try.

All of that led to her showing up at his doorstep with the shitty plastic toys action figures in the bag swinging from her hand, to the roommate opening the door and lifting an eyebrow at her. Again. She skipped over the typical niceties and went right to “He here?”

“In his room. Just knock before you go in.”

“I wasn’t actually raised in a barn,” she muttered, but headed up the stairs to do exactly that, knocking before her nerves could convince her to turn around and leave, tail between her legs. Metaphorically. Now was not the fucking time to shift into a damned dog.

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Anika-as-Ellie was sitting on the front step outside Flynn’s house by the time he showed up, having dismissed an offer from some winged guy she barely recognized to come inside to wait. “I’ll wait,” she had told him, and then stayed put, staring at the nearest streetlight and trying not to think about the fact that she’d fucked up. I kissed him while I looked like me, and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna buy my own excuses. ‘Wanting to push him away’. Like hell it’s that simple.

And she’d actually been hurt when he snapped that he hated her, even though some part of her knew it was Flynn bloody whatshisname, who was too good to hate anybody. This was getting too complicated. There weren’t supposed to be actual feelings involved, but being caught between playing her own part in a conversation with him while he texted Ellie - Jesus Christ, he even got a bloody fond look on his face while texting her. Ellie. Someone who didn’t exist. It wouldn’t be so bad if Anika wasn’t totally aware that she’d felt guilt, and awful self-directed disgust in response. “Fuck,” she mumbled, rubbing at the location of one of her usual, currently absent, piercings. “Fuck.”