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capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 09:22 pm
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WHO: Yoite, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: starting in some generic “dangerous neighborhood,” then onward to the MAC!
WHEN: umm this past Tuesday?
WARNINGS: mothering
SUMMARY: Yoite has not been taking adequate care of himself and Wanda is putting her foot down or something idk
FORMAT: quickwhatever
[It had required a great deal less pleading than Wanda had expected to convince Pietro to run her across town to pick up a wayward stray, but she wasn’t going to look a gift speedster in the mouth. She hadn’t asked him to accompany them on the walk back, either, but she had a feeling he would insist, one way or another, after the face he had made upon hearing the address.
Regardless, the moment the man skidded to a stop beside Yoite, she was scrambling out of his arms and peering closely at the boy, hands hovering in a barely-successful attempt not to grab him and make sure he was all there.]
You’re.. you’re really alright?
WHERE: starting in some generic “dangerous neighborhood,” then onward to the MAC!
WHEN: umm this past Tuesday?
WARNINGS: mothering
SUMMARY: Yoite has not been taking adequate care of himself and Wanda is putting her foot down or something idk
FORMAT: quickwhatever
[It had required a great deal less pleading than Wanda had expected to convince Pietro to run her across town to pick up a wayward stray, but she wasn’t going to look a gift speedster in the mouth. She hadn’t asked him to accompany them on the walk back, either, but she had a feeling he would insist, one way or another, after the face he had made upon hearing the address.
Regardless, the moment the man skidded to a stop beside Yoite, she was scrambling out of his arms and peering closely at the boy, hands hovering in a barely-successful attempt not to grab him and make sure he was all there.]
You’re.. you’re really alright?