MHA #6 Sunday

[arboreal_priestess]

As much as Verity wanted to be out there, dealing with tremens herself, her first priority had been getting Liam safely home. She went with her home over his, since he still didn't have a real bed, though considering the state of her cupboards, maybe his place would have been the better idea after all.

But hey, this was Fandom. Takeout during an invasion was a thing, wasn't it? Especially if she tipped really well?

Whatever, they could make it work. Maybe Liam would believe that stale tortilla omelettes were a common Pacific Northwest breakfast food.

...She needed to go grocery shopping like whoa.

[For the guy!]

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[firstofitskind]

Perhaps if he’d grown up sleeping in a bed every night, his lack of furniture might have bothered Liam. But he hadn’t, so it didn’t. These days, though, he was starting to see the appeal, at least when it came to sharing that bed with someone in particular.

(The lack of food was another matter entirely, as he’d lived first over a bar and cafe, followed by a house with multiple occupants who enjoyed cooking, so he was plenty used to having food in hand even if he didn’t make it himself)

“I still can’t believe I lost over an entire day,” he complained, for what was probably not the first time.