@flynnxcarver
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.