You always beat the pizza guy. It's not a fair contest.
( but if there were medals, he'd have them all, and he knows it. she can only laugh, shaking her head a bit in jest as she steps back to let him in. the apartment's not big — maybe 700 square feet in total, if you count the small patio outside — but it's more space to herself than she's ever had before, and she's taken care in the last few weeks to really make it feel like home.
there are small touches here and there that call out to its owner: the grey blanket draped casually over the couch arm, signalling her usual spot for work and movie marathons alike; the string of fairy lights tacked over the threshold to her bedroom, a small hint to the many more that litter the ceiling in the room just past; most obviously, the myriad of home care supplies sprawled out over her coffee table, everything from bandages to firm metal splints to the assortment of prescription and over the counter pain management medications. skye, in a nutshell.
once he's in and the door is shut neatly behind him, she sweeps an arm in a vague gesture towards the rest of the living room before heading towards the kitchen. can't have a movie night without snacks, after all, and if she knows wally at all, she knows the two pizzas she ordered won't be nearly enough to satisfy them both.
with her head currently occupied peeking into the fridge, her voice is a little muffled, but skye does her best to shout loud enough to be heard as she calls out: ) Hey, hot shot — pilsner, ale, or IPA?
( she may or may not have spent an entire afternoon in a craft beer shop. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
( but if there were medals, he'd have them all, and he knows it. she can only laugh, shaking her head a bit in jest as she steps back to let him in. the apartment's not big — maybe 700 square feet in total, if you count the small patio outside — but it's more space to herself than she's ever had before, and she's taken care in the last few weeks to really make it feel like home.
there are small touches here and there that call out to its owner: the grey blanket draped casually over the couch arm, signalling her usual spot for work and movie marathons alike; the string of fairy lights tacked over the threshold to her bedroom, a small hint to the many more that litter the ceiling in the room just past; most obviously, the myriad of home care supplies sprawled out over her coffee table, everything from bandages to firm metal splints to the assortment of prescription and over the counter pain management medications. skye, in a nutshell.
once he's in and the door is shut neatly behind him, she sweeps an arm in a vague gesture towards the rest of the living room before heading towards the kitchen. can't have a movie night without snacks, after all, and if she knows wally at all, she knows the two pizzas she ordered won't be nearly enough to satisfy them both.
with her head currently occupied peeking into the fridge, her voice is a little muffled, but skye does her best to shout loud enough to be heard as she calls out: ) Hey, hot shot — pilsner, ale, or IPA?
( she may or may not have spent an entire afternoon in a craft beer shop. )