13393/Early Morning Blues

Early Morning Blues
Date of Scene:	18 November 2022
Location:	Industrial Apartment
Synopsis:	Early mornings in the Lykaios/Maximoff household.
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola was rarely sick, so when five in the morning rolled around and she was out of bed and nauseous there was definitely something up with the Psychopomp. They'd tried a new place for dinner last night, so it might just be a bit of food poisoning or things not agreeing with her. The blue haired woman had shut herself into the bathroom, but it's sort of hard not to hear things unless you are the deepest of sleepers. "Maybe I just need to add ginger ale to the grocery order." she mutters to herself in a groggy tone.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
It's nigh impossible for Pietro to not notice such things - time is different for him. When she was actively getting sick, he was in action. Stomach issues are a nasty thing to be woken up for, both in having them and in hearing them.

A quick blur down the street to a convenience store, and he's back with a large bottle of ginger ale. He pours a glass for her, waiting near the bathroom, but not hovering at the door. "Are you all right, love?" He asks, turning on one of the lights - leaving it dimmed for now.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola is still for a moment when she hears the bell to the door jingle in rapid succession. "Pietro..." she sighs, but it is in a loving way. She rinses her face off with cold water and things, getting over the worst feeling of things for the moment.

She cracks the door open a little as she hears him outside and then finally she decides to come out. Still in her big old t-shirts that she loves to sleep in. "I'm alright. Might have caught one of the flu bugs that's going around." she tells him. "Is that ginger ale?" she asks him with a soft smile. "I didn't mean to wake you." she adds.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
He's dressed of course - he had to go out in public, after all. The glass is handed over, a smile from Pietro. "Yes, it is." The man explains. "I heard you getting sick, so I thought this might help." There are saltines as well!

"Was dinner not agreeing with you?" He asks, a hand stroking at her shoulder to try to comfort. "And don't worry about waking me - I'd be a terrible fiancee if I didn't tend to you when you need help."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"You're an angel." Micola whispers to him and she gives a soft smile as she accepts the glass. She drinks a few sips and there is a relieved look after a few moments. "Much better." she tells him as she leans against the wall. "You're the most handsome nurse." she grins to him.

"I'm guessing it wasn't. Not unless there is a ghost hanging around that I've not seen." she states. "I worry about you not getting enough sleep and Avengering and everything else that you are dealing with, Pietro." she whispers to him. "Can we sit for a few?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a wry smile. "I didn't have time to put on scrubs." Pietro teases. "Crackers if you feel up to it, too. Don't rush it, of course." As she mentions sitting, he nods. "Let's. Sofa sound good? Sitting up always seems to help me when I have an upset stomach."

He glances around after leading her to the sitting area. "I don't see any ghosts." He half-jokes. "Then again, I am terrible at seeing them." Letting her sit first, he takes a seat next to her - carefully. "I get plenty of sleep, for what I need."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a laugh, "I'm sure I've got some old nurse costume from Halloween's ago you could try to wiggle into if you ever want me to laugh." she teases him. "Thank you for getting things." she tells him. "Sofa is good with me." she states. "My mom used to sit up and she'd read to me when I was sick, but I think putting on some mindless show might help tonight." she admits.

"No, there's no ghosts. I'd see them." she tells him gently. She snuggles into his side once he's settled. "Did...we ever decide on a wedding date?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
He lets her get comfortable, making sure she's settled. "Perhaps some evening, when we're feeling like having a laugh." He offers her over the remote for the television. "Put on whatever you like, Micola." A smile.

Pietro thinks on that, shaking his head. "No specific date, though we should do so sooner than later. Any dates stand out for you?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a look to him and she turns the tv on, she flicks to Netflix and presses play on some cooking show that can play in the background. "I'll hold you to the costume." she teases him. "Though your chest is a lot wider than mine." she giggles.

She then rests back against the couch, "I was going to jokingly say New Year's Eve. Most people will be too drunk on New Years day." she chuckles. "Are there any special dates for you?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"Perhaps, but I think you would fill out the outfit better." A wink to her. "And I would not want to ruin your costume." Pietro teases and gently nudges her shoulder. He gives a solid laugh at her suggestion for dates.

"I think New Years would be wonderful - though Eve might be better to do during the earlier hours, than evening. Would that suit you? Would it be all right for your family?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a laugh, "I might." she tells him. "But we'll see about shenanigans another time." she tells him. Then there is a soft grin, "Might see what people think of the date before finalizing. Or we could get married on the Winter Solstice and just watch everyone laugh?" she muses to that. "My mom and my grandfather will be fine with whatever we decide. They know it's our day, but I don't want to be an asshole and schedule on someone elses day or something." she admits.