flat pack day |*\
Bonita: [busy moving a lamp back from one sideboard to another, when the doorbell to her new house rings, she puts it down and heads to the door, dusting her hands on the back of her jeans on her way. she pulls open the door and for a moment just blinks at him, surprised he actually showed up, but then her expression softens, and she rests her head against the door, smiling softly at the man standing there] I always did say orange was never your color. [pushes off the door and holds out her arms to him] Come. I want a hug. You can complain about it later, but don’t you argue. You might be taller than me, but it doesn’t mean I can’t still smack you with a shoe. [makes grabby hands] Venga.
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