Miles, Wanda (Scott)

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Miles pops into Scott's room but instead of finding the favorite fearless leader up and about, he discovers Wanda attempting to merg with the couch in his living room. Further inspection finds Scott passed out in the bed and they both smell of booze. Miles decides that waking up nicely is out of the question.



It was a bit early, sure, but since there was going out planned for
later - a shopping trip which Miles had decided he was going
out on, if only because not going would mean the bad people of the
world won - the early Saturday morning visit well, had to be a bit
earlier than usual. But Scott was used to someone sneaking in a muffin
to make sure he ate before going on the morning jog and it was fun to
try and actually sneak up on him. Which rarely happened,
really.

Only, Miles realized as he closed the door silently, there was
someone else there. And at first he wondering if fleeing might
not be the best thing to do, only the someone extra was on the couch.
Curiously, he tiptoed over and stared at the interloper, head slowly
tilting to the side.

Wanda was faintly aware of someone else in the room. What she
was fully aware of, however, was being sprawled on something that was
not her bed and feeling like a small brigade of elephants had tromped
through her head. Trying to move, she groaned. There that was
progress. Kind of.

Miles frowned a bit, then sniffed the air carefully. The someone
smelled of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Not strongly of the latter,
but the lack of motion and sounds coming from the humongous pile of
person on the couch spoke volumes. The frown deepening, he
wandered over towards the doorway leading to Scott's room and peered
inside. Both eyebrows went up at the sight within.

Wandering back to the couch, Miles reached forward and poked the
person's shoulder firmly.

The poke caused her to lift her head just a little, peering through a
cascade of hair and blurry eyes. Green. There was someone small and
green poking her in the shoulder. Determinedly.

Ruling out Kermit--she hadn't had enough to drink to start
hallucinating poking muppets--she had to guess it was Miles. Wait,
why was Miles in her room? Moving slightly, she realized that what
she was sprawled on was a couch. Not her couch, just a random couch.

"Huh?" was the only intelligent thing she could think of to say.

Miles narrowed his eyes a bit at that and shook his head just a bit.
No, that would not do at all. Had Alison been present, she would have
been able to warn Wanda of the impending doom approaching her, but as
it was, there was no warning at all. Miles dissapeared from view,
heading towards the kitchen with a remarkly serene expression for one
so young.

The sound of a cabinet door opening soon followed.

And then that of two pans being introduced to each other, very enthusiastically.