( CLOSED ) WE NEVER LEARN, WE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

[manipulative]

Who: Stefan and Katherine Petrova | Amos Burton and Wanda Maximoff.
What: April shit ft. portals.
When: April.
Where: Around the twist.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, genocide and war. Most likely NSFW.

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[explosion]

Ah.

[ wanda peers down at amos' boots and lifts her brows in an intentional "huh". shaking her head, she looks straight ahead and purposefully pulls a judgy face. ]

That makes a lot of sense.

[rocinantes]

How many pairs of shoes do you have?

( is it like one hundred? )

Shoes aren't something I need a lot of.

[explosion]

I have at least thirty.

[ she purses her lips together and smacks them as she mentally counts them. ]

Maybe thirty-one. I need to buy some new sandals. [ wanda glances down at her feet, which are snug in a pair of stained white sneakers. ] These are getting very dirty.

[rocinantes]

Jesus fuck.

( amos just laughs and shakes his head. )

That's too many goddamn pairs of shoes. What's the point of all them?

[explosion]

I like to have choices.

[ she laughs and feels her skin heat just a smidge. when she had been in westview, she had an entire closet dedicated to her shoes. wanda knows where it had come from: her dreams as a young girl. all she wanted was what she saw on her television shows. all she wanted was what she didn't have.

sheepishly, she looks away and tentatively offers, ] I've also... never had that many shoes before.

[rocinantes]

Well, whatever. If that's what you want, so be it.

( he's not going to shit on that. he will never have that many shoes in his goddamn life but if it makes her happy. )

Never gift me shoes. I don't need them.

[explosion]

[ she laughs loudly. ]

Why not? You could use a pair of sneakers, surely.

[ she glances down at his boots. even when she tries to imagine him in sandals, she can't. he's a boots kind of guy. all serious and sturdy and well-worn. ]

Are socks off limits?

[rocinantes]

You can surely find a better gift for me than shoes and socks. In fact, you don't need to give me anything.

( he was honestly fine with what he had. )

Save your gift giving for someone who would appreciate all that bows and gift wrap stuff.

[explosion]

Hm.

[ she purses her lips and nods, not listening to him at all. what is this business about not receiving a gift? that sounds like bullshit to her. no, he's going to get a gift. something obnoxious. something that will frustrate him. ]

I could get you socks all the way up to the knee. Rainbow socks would really bring out your legs.

[rocinantes]

Please don't get me anything.

( amos isn't good at receiving gifts. he doesn't know what to do with them and he doesn't have enough friends to get them often enough to learn. )

Seriously, spend your money on yourself.

[explosion]

If I was a good friend, I would spend the money on you as a gift to myself.

[ but her implication is simple: she isn't going to do that.

or is she? 😈 ]

What do you think? [ she juts her leg out. ] I could work long socks.

[rocinantes]

If you wanted to, I guess.

( he looks at her leg and then looks away. )

Socks aren't really something I pay that close attention to.