𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥.

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PETE CASTIGLIONE ∎ FRANK CASTLE ∎ text ∎ audio ∎ video ∎ action █ █

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[earps]

[ She might be in prime cuddle mode right now, but she's fully awake, merely closer to basking to the peace that falls over them afterward, the quiet of the early morning that has yet to be broken by the sound of smaller footsteps on the farmhouse's main staircase or someone opening and closing cupboards in search of that last box of Pop-Tarts that's been sequestered away. A soft sigh leaves her in that silence, while she takes a moment to recover herself, and she can faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat slowing right alongside her own. ]

You wouldn't? [ It's a tease, of course, as so much of their exchanges tend to be, remarks couched in humor and clever repartee; she fully acknowledges the ridiculousness of her suggestion with a soft curving of her mouth, docking her chin against the side of his chest as he squints in her direction. ]

Oh, well, next time I'll put a reminder on your phone. Make sure you know exactly when and where it'll be coming. Or when you'll be.

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[ it's getting near that time where coffee is much desired, much needed, but even his typical morning routine can be postponed for just a little while longer as he tilts his head to bring his mouth to the messy mess of hair, humming his contentment there as he fights the chuckle that bubbles up from her playful retort. ]

Yeah, sure. Because you're always so great at planning ahead.

[ he might be teasing, or simply calling her out on something they both very much know to be true. ]

I guess I don't mind your surprises all that much.