dear_mun | Possibly headed for a new game. Pup has...reservations.

[Wanda has her hands knotted together in front of her, like she always does when she's trying to hide her nervousness. The dog with her, who is bearlike in his enormousness and covered in black fuzz, can tell, and he's whining and leaning against her, occasionally swiping a donut-sized paw against her leg.]

Look...we've done okay together for a year and a half now, but now you're pushing it. I am willing to abandon my homeworld altogether to avoid any more family drama. That should make my feelings pretty damn clear. The idea of having to have the Big Giant Talk with my brother is not real comfortable, okay? And what if some version of him shows up? Again? I'm getting sick of trying to be civil with people who practically give me flashbacks every time I lay eyes on them. Especially when they turn out to be jerks.

....what do you mean, wussing out? I'm not wussing out. I'm tough enough. But I'm sick of this crap. It's like I can never escape it.

[She scowls and folds her arms, looking away.] It's not wussy to want a fresh start somewhere where I can start to...feel better.

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[Somebody is a bit less encouraging than the other two Evo buddies here-- if only because he only knows her by reputation, at his canon point.]

... so you're the chick I'm supposed to have this huge crush on, huh?

[...wut.]

The hell has Pietro been telling you?

[All the internal flailing.]

We barely know each other!

[Really. Really truly.]

[Hugedog gets up and ambles up to Toad, fanning his tail. Of course he wants to be buddies. Wanda presses her lips together and looks away. Dammit...]

[He holds up his hands in mock-surrender with a slightly nervous sort of grin.]

That's what I said! I, uh, actually don't know you. Like, at all.

[HugeDog is a nice (sort of) distraction from Wanda's annoyed confusion, and Todd winds up kind of scrambling up onto something-- the back of a chair, a counter, a wall, whatever-- and eying him warily.]

Whadda you want?

[She softens slightly.] Yeah. You never came off as a bad guy or anything, just...oh yeah. This is awkward.

[Fozzie play-bows and wuffs cheerfully.]

It's OK, man, Fozzie Bear won't hurt you. He's just curious.

[Todd looks from dog to girl and back again. Then he smirks. How can you be afraid of something names Fozzie bear?]

Fozzie. Uh-huh. Cute.

[He eases off the counter he'd been perched on the edge of to offer the dog his hand to sniff.]

So how was it? Since, ya know, I totally don't remember any of it yet.

[She gives him about a ten-percent-strength Wandaglare tempered by a slight smile.] Don't even tease, Kermit. Muppet Show's a classic.

[She thinks about it. She has the opportunity to make a fresh start with the guy, and he did rescue her once with Kurt's help. He's not a bad guy when he keeps the creepy at bay.]

We coulda been buds, you know? But I was bitchy awkward and you were awkward-awkward. [And pervy. And he still needs a damn bath. But she can address that later.] Anyway, you, right here right now, have never done anything to piss me off, so I can't bitch at you about a past you technically weren't part of.

[Fozzie snuffles at his hand and chuffs slightly, then sits and raises a paw. Howyadoin'?]

[Todd, looking somewhere between confused and amused, puts his hand down for Fozzie to slap.]

Low five, bro. Since I guess I'm a frog instead'ova Toad today.

[Then he's eying Wanda. Because she sounds weirdly reasonable, for somebody who he's been warned off of. And who kind of looks a little scary. Hot, sure, but scary. Rather than comment on being buds and being awkward-- because he's always a bit skeptical about potential friends-- he goes with the surprising part.]

I thought you were meaner than this. I mean, Pietro's like... half afraid of you.

[Fozzie bonks his hand lightly with his paw and then cowlicks the Hell out of the front of his mullet.] *slorp*

[She looks at him, and her face falls slightly.] Pietro has good cause to be afraid. I have real reasons to be angry at him. And I'm strong enough to kick anybody's ass. But...I don't want to be a vindictive bully anymore. I don't want to be like the thing that fathered us. I've worked hard on getting my anger and my powers under control for eighteen goddamn months. And I'm giving Pietro one last chance to be an actual brother.

You, though, the other you did a lot to piss me off, but you also rescued me once. You know how many people have ever helped me like that? Two, including the guy you brought for backup. So you only have to worry about me if you do something in the here and now to seriously piss me off. I'm done being the scary bitch with the hair trigger.

Oh. Well, hey, that's-- pfft-- cool.

[Fozzie interrupts his comment with the lick, and he swipes his hand over his face with a glare at the dog, but he still brightens significantly at the thought that he apparently managed to do something right and useful, for once. Maybe that had been what blue boy was talking about, before, with the hologram generator thing.... He smirks at her, ruffling Fozzie's ears.]

So does that mean it's safe to, like. Make fun of your necklace or your hair colors or somethin'?

[He's joking. Really. He's probably not going to make fun of her. ... probably. Not more than anyone else, anyway.]

I'm actually gonna upgrade my look at the expense of the place I'm graduating from. [Cause screw those guys.] This is...actually getting kinda dated. Except the coat. I like the coat.

The hair I'm growing out. Might keep a red streak or something but...that's just my inner boot-stompin' punk bitch doing her thing.

[She doesn't mind his level of snark, because Pietro tends to turn his snark up to eleven.] I'll just start pranking you if you get too annoying.

Yeah?

[He gives her an assessing look. Up and down, with a grin. Okay, maybe that's a little less innocent than he's been so far... she's still pretty good-looking, after all, and he's not known for his manners.]

I like it. Keep the streak, though. Gotta make sure people know there's the, uh, boot-stompin' punk bitch in there even once yer startin' to actually be nice now an' then.

[Todd is not usually one for swearing. Kids' show and all. But he does with it, since she does.]

[Wanda manages to keep a surge of unease off her face just because she doesn't want a repeat of history. But she knows now that there's more to this dude than just lechery and silly, so she shrugs it off.]

Cool. Anyway I doubt this place you guys are has much in the way of scissors and Manic Panic lying around.

[Unfortunately at this point she is actually toning down her language. She's been spending time with Spider Jerusalem. Go figure.]

Seriously, what's the deal there? Threats, stuff you guys need?

Oh, well, there's scissors and stuff. Not so much with the Manic Panic, heh. I bet somebody could make you somethin' out of, like. Beet juice or somethin'.

[He goes back to scratching Fozzie behind the ears before he answers her questions.]

Well, y'know. It's just this half-destroyed city surrounded by dinosaurs and big weird monsters. I've got two, right now, baby monsters. They're kinda cute. But back at the city, there's a plague thing goin' on, and the big-shot soldiers from the domed city attacked, and it just kinda sucks all around.

I'll sort it out with magic. Eventually.

[She listens while Fozzie squints happily and leeeeans. Oh yeah. Right there. That's the spot.]

Baby monsters, huh? Heh. I have some experience with dinosaurs.

I heard that those bastards were trying to wipe you out. I'd bet money that they released the damn plague as well.

Y'think? I dunno. That's pretty nasty. Though they kinda torched the hospital when it was full of sick people, so mayb-- ack!

[Fozzie leans right into the somewhat-unsteady-on-two-feet Todd, who winds up knocked right over on his butt, and promptly starts pushing at Fozzie to get him off him.]

Geez, you stupid dog! I guess I should be glad he's not tryin' to eat me, huh?

Possibly headed for a new game. Pup has...reservations.

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