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// I’ll not be back on this app. Find me on the butterfly

Wrapping herself up in a large blanket as she works.

// I’m slowing migrating over to the other app. Storylines here will be transferred over there unless that’s not wanted 💜 Same UN’s as here

His point being…?

// okay, I have the following set up and sorted. I need to get one or two others up and running but I like this Peggy - founderofshield.bsky.social Steve - smithsoniancap.bsky.social Pietro - TheBestMaximoff.bsky.social

She can be worried about multiple things. Right!? Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.

It’s still rather concerning. She has the giant skeleton that she’s going to put a Santa suit on so the snowman would work.

Hmm? That’s… concerning.

She didn’t decorate for Halloween all too much, she wasn’t feeling it this year. Wonderful! It has to look like a grotto.

She’s exhausted but the day continues.

Wonderful! Don’t worry if she comes home and Peggy is covered in paint, she’s having so much fun.

Yes!

That’s good. He doesn’t need to deal with the mess that comes with that place.

… why is he on that?

Does John have thoughts on her decoration options?

Subtle Christmas or make her house into a gingerbread house? She’s leaning towards the latter.

Deep sighing.

She’d swirl her glass a little so the ice would clink and then leant back against the wall, trying not to wince as she did. “Had to switch doses.”

There’s a groan of pain that leaves her as she moves back inside the apartment. A few huffs as she moves through to the door and then opens it, an eyebrow slowly raised but a faint smile does pull at her lips. “You’re a day late.”

Faint sigh but then she looks at him. “Hello darling.”