Shinobi, Amanda - Tuesday
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xp_logsShinobi comes back and the first person he sees is Amanda. Some things are bigger than perceived wrongs, and tea always helps.
The crunch of tires and a flash of red coming up the driveway roused Amanda from her attempt to smoke a carton of cigarettes in one day. Angelo had gone down by the lake to cool off, and returned, dripping and angry and not willing to talk, so she had the space to herself, at least for a while. The sight of the car pulling up was a welcome intrusion, however - in a flash she was up and running, throwing herself at the occupant without remembering she was mad at him for leaving in the first place.
Said occupant had just enough time to park, throw the door open and get to his feet before he was pounced right back into the driver's side chair, with a yelp of surprise. Peering downwards, it was to Shinobi's amusement that he could recognize Amanda by the top of her head, and he wasted no time in giving her a tight hug. The car was too comfortable for him to be upset about being pounced back into it, besides. "Missed you too, poppet," he chuckled tiredly. He looked.. well.. a bit like hell warmed over. Hair was messy, even for *him*, and he didn't bother shaving before throwing his and Sarah's shit in the car and breaking several speed limit laws on his way back.
"Fuck, it's good t' see you," she murmured, before remembering her dignity and the fact he'd just driven several hundred miles and would probably like to at least get out of the car. She released him, stepping back and looking at him critically. "I'd say somethin' 'bout you lookin' like shite, but you probably know that already," she said with a only hint of her usual wry grin. She'd changed somewhat, since he'd been gone: the hair and the piercings were the same, but she looked more confident despite the tiredness, and her t-shirt was cut short enough to show an inch or so of bare skin at her midriff, the scars visible. "You all right?"
"Won't know that 'til she gets here," Shinobi replied with a helpless shrug, smiling tiredly as he ran a hand over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out in a woosh of a sigh, dropping the hand into his lap so he could look Amanda over while he tried to muster up the desire to stand back up. "You look well, luv... been managing alright, I hope?" Right. Time to stand, Grabbing onto the edge of the car door to help hoist himself back to his feet, he offered an apologetic smile, very quietly clearing his throat. "I owe you.. lots and lots of things for pissing off like we did, I reckon. Remind me when I'm panicking less?"
"I'm doin' all right. Keepin' out of trouble, even. They'll have t' give me a new nickname if this keeps up." Amanda reached out her hand to help him up - Shinobi looked dead on his feet, and probably was. "An' that don't matter right now. I was pretty shirty - Sarah probably told you - but you both had yer reasons, I s'pose."
Shinobi accepted the help up with a grateful smile, taking it as an opportunity to pull Amanda over for another hug, this one for his own benefit as much as hers. "Still owe you a lot better than that, poppet.. but yeah, we'll have time for the grovelling and what all else once we know what the hell is going on."
"Whenever that is," muttered Amanda darkly, but she leaned into the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. "An' yer back now, 's all that matters." When his hold loosened, she leaned back a little and looked up at him. "Tea?"
"Tea would be brilliant," Shinobi agreed, smiling tiredly and reaching up to give Amanda's hair a fond mussing. He cast a look back into the car, and the baggage crammed into the back seat, frowning to himself before shaking his head. "I think I'll worry about all that *later*," he grumbled, stuffing his keys into his pocket and locking the car before finally closing the door. "Since I doubt either of us are sleeping.. what say you to a rousing, exciting night full of tea and board games?"
"Sounds good. If anythin' it'll give the Manny a break - s' a good thing he's learnin' t' shield or this place today would've given him a nervous breakdown." Amanda disentangled herself from the hug, and began leading the way to the house, before pausing to look back at him. "'S a shitty reason, but welcome back all the same."
Taking the opportunity to stretch out his arms as he fell into step behind Amanda, Shinobi cracked a smile when she paused. He kept going so he could come up alongside her, looping an arm around her shoulders and dipping his head to give her a peck on the forehead. "Ta. Shitty reason aside, it's good to be here."
The crunch of tires and a flash of red coming up the driveway roused Amanda from her attempt to smoke a carton of cigarettes in one day. Angelo had gone down by the lake to cool off, and returned, dripping and angry and not willing to talk, so she had the space to herself, at least for a while. The sight of the car pulling up was a welcome intrusion, however - in a flash she was up and running, throwing herself at the occupant without remembering she was mad at him for leaving in the first place.
Said occupant had just enough time to park, throw the door open and get to his feet before he was pounced right back into the driver's side chair, with a yelp of surprise. Peering downwards, it was to Shinobi's amusement that he could recognize Amanda by the top of her head, and he wasted no time in giving her a tight hug. The car was too comfortable for him to be upset about being pounced back into it, besides. "Missed you too, poppet," he chuckled tiredly. He looked.. well.. a bit like hell warmed over. Hair was messy, even for *him*, and he didn't bother shaving before throwing his and Sarah's shit in the car and breaking several speed limit laws on his way back.
"Fuck, it's good t' see you," she murmured, before remembering her dignity and the fact he'd just driven several hundred miles and would probably like to at least get out of the car. She released him, stepping back and looking at him critically. "I'd say somethin' 'bout you lookin' like shite, but you probably know that already," she said with a only hint of her usual wry grin. She'd changed somewhat, since he'd been gone: the hair and the piercings were the same, but she looked more confident despite the tiredness, and her t-shirt was cut short enough to show an inch or so of bare skin at her midriff, the scars visible. "You all right?"
"Won't know that 'til she gets here," Shinobi replied with a helpless shrug, smiling tiredly as he ran a hand over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out in a woosh of a sigh, dropping the hand into his lap so he could look Amanda over while he tried to muster up the desire to stand back up. "You look well, luv... been managing alright, I hope?" Right. Time to stand, Grabbing onto the edge of the car door to help hoist himself back to his feet, he offered an apologetic smile, very quietly clearing his throat. "I owe you.. lots and lots of things for pissing off like we did, I reckon. Remind me when I'm panicking less?"
"I'm doin' all right. Keepin' out of trouble, even. They'll have t' give me a new nickname if this keeps up." Amanda reached out her hand to help him up - Shinobi looked dead on his feet, and probably was. "An' that don't matter right now. I was pretty shirty - Sarah probably told you - but you both had yer reasons, I s'pose."
Shinobi accepted the help up with a grateful smile, taking it as an opportunity to pull Amanda over for another hug, this one for his own benefit as much as hers. "Still owe you a lot better than that, poppet.. but yeah, we'll have time for the grovelling and what all else once we know what the hell is going on."
"Whenever that is," muttered Amanda darkly, but she leaned into the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. "An' yer back now, 's all that matters." When his hold loosened, she leaned back a little and looked up at him. "Tea?"
"Tea would be brilliant," Shinobi agreed, smiling tiredly and reaching up to give Amanda's hair a fond mussing. He cast a look back into the car, and the baggage crammed into the back seat, frowning to himself before shaking his head. "I think I'll worry about all that *later*," he grumbled, stuffing his keys into his pocket and locking the car before finally closing the door. "Since I doubt either of us are sleeping.. what say you to a rousing, exciting night full of tea and board games?"
"Sounds good. If anythin' it'll give the Manny a break - s' a good thing he's learnin' t' shield or this place today would've given him a nervous breakdown." Amanda disentangled herself from the hug, and began leading the way to the house, before pausing to look back at him. "'S a shitty reason, but welcome back all the same."
Taking the opportunity to stretch out his arms as he fell into step behind Amanda, Shinobi cracked a smile when she paused. He kept going so he could come up alongside her, looping an arm around her shoulders and dipping his head to give her a peck on the forehead. "Ta. Shitty reason aside, it's good to be here."
