[ the message comes as a surprise, mainly because he’s just slipped out of his horizon and there’s a moment where he thinks, for some reason, that he’s still there. he thinks he hears her ask more than sees the words, even if they leave a lingering path behind the eyelids, like when you stare too long into the light.
the question catches him off guard. ]
Um,
I’m — I guess I’d be turning 19 this year. Or, in our universe anyway?
[ technically, wouldn’t it be close to his birthday now?
he wasn’t really counting. hadn’t been — it’s like the idea didn’t even cross his mind. ]
[he's quick to reply, at least — like any kid his age would (because peter is a kid, especially with the age he reveals he is; that's so young). she stays quiet for a moment, letting his answer disappear from her vision.
[ he blinks, brows pinching in confusion until — ]
OH coming!
[ it clicks, more or less, after a moment of buffering and it makes him pivot around on the spot, narrowly avoiding banging a knee into the side of his table.
he settles, sits cross-legged and finds himself falling back into his horizon after only a few short breaths.
when he opens his eyes again, its in the kitchen, staring at her sitting at the dining table. he smiles, warm, having had his curiosity get the best of him. ] Hey, what's — Oh. [ eyes direct themselves down, at the cupcake in front of her. he blinks. it's — well, technically, it would be his birthday around this time, wouldn't it? but how did she know? it wasn't like he told anyone. it wasn't like it mattered, what with how timelines intertwined, right? in truth, he hadn't thought twice about it until now. his tone is quiet, a little small. ] Is that why you asked me? About my age?
[wanda waits for peter to come into the horizon, watches as he ventures in towards her with a smile that slowly wanes as he puts the pieces together—her words, the cupcake in front of her, the reason she sits here requesting his presence.
with a soft draw of her breath, wanda stares to the side of the table, and there materializes nineteen candles.
she puts one down right in the center of the cupcake and, picking up another, she raises her hand to offer it to peter. can they fit nineteen candles in a cupcake?]
I think the circumference of the cupcake should... [she nods lightly, as if doing the maths in her head before settling] fit nineteen candles.
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the question catches him off guard. ] [ technically, wouldn’t it be close to his birthday now?
he wasn’t really counting. hadn’t been — it’s like the idea didn’t even cross his mind. ]
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wanda tries again.]
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he settles, sits cross-legged and finds himself falling back into his horizon after only a few short breaths.
when he opens his eyes again, its in the kitchen, staring at her sitting at the dining table. he smiles, warm, having had his curiosity get the best of him. ] Hey, what's — Oh. [ eyes direct themselves down, at the cupcake in front of her. he blinks. it's — well, technically, it would be his birthday around this time, wouldn't it? but how did she know? it wasn't like he told anyone. it wasn't like it mattered, what with how timelines intertwined, right? in truth, he hadn't thought twice about it until now. his tone is quiet, a little small. ] Is that why you asked me? About my age?
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with a soft draw of her breath, wanda stares to the side of the table, and there materializes nineteen candles.
she puts one down right in the center of the cupcake and, picking up another, she raises her hand to offer it to peter. can they fit nineteen candles in a cupcake?]
I think the circumference of the cupcake should... [she nods lightly, as if doing the maths in her head before settling] fit nineteen candles.
Do you want to try?