( david lets go, abrupt and sudden. fair doesn't mean letting you win. the laws of physics say something about the force of a pull and push situation, surely, but wanda's lived experiences unfortunately hinge heavily on getting to go through situations to learn from them. such as the experience of the force of peeling away once david lets go. between the awkwardly wedged cushion and her positioning, wanda loses her balance and tips over the side of the couch.
she's quick to put her foot down, and just about grasps onto the fabric of the couch with her free hand. her socked foot, however, slides on a section of the floor that isn't covered in carpet (this would not be an issue if she wore shoes inside). the teacup escapes her hand, however—
quickly enough, it stops mid-air, surrounded in red. wanda, for her part, gave up and landed herself on the floor, onto her back, after turning to use her arm as a cushion for the short-distanced fall. one hand is raised, keeping the teacup safe, while the other one lets go of the couch cushion. the teacup, for its part, starts to slowly lower down toward her outstretched hand, until it all but lands on the tip of one of her fingers, and she can grab it properly.
(she's fine.)
then, abruptly, a laugh from her, from the floor. )
( he doesn't expect her to fall. at most, he expects her to be thrown off balance, but only to jerk backwards before stilling; that she falls to the side, that her sock slides against the floor is startling, and he half-reaches out to grab her (pointless, really, it's barely a fall—), before there are those slowly, increasingly familiar wisps of red. the teacup gets cushioned, its fall halted, while wanda hits the floor with a muted thud and a laugh.
david sits up, leaning fractionally over the side of the sofa to look down at wanda with a grin. he doesn't try to take the teacup from her, but he does hold a hand, empty, palm open, towards her for her to take so that he can help pull her back into some form of a sitting position, rather than the vague crumple she is presently.
his mouth twitches, and he glances towards the cup. )
( wanda grabs at his offered hand with her free one, pulling herself up to sit. once she's up, she will let go of his hand, turning her back to him as she carefully, gently, places the cup down on the coffee table. at a glance, they've pretty much decimated their dinner, and what's left over are but scraps that could either be tossed out or eaten after all this time has passed.
she pushes herself to stand, bent over a bit over the table just so that she can start piling plates and silverware together, tidy up a little. wanda steals a glance back at him. )
I can clean up. I don't mind. ( definitely not a test or anything to see if he'll help her or not. wanda genuinely doesn't, as she picks up the plates laden with silverware and food scraps and utensils, and moves them over to the kitchen sink. the cassette on the stereo clicks and stops. she comes back to pick up the wine bottle and the milk carton. at least— one and a half cups left in the bottle, though... with a motion to david. ) Back in the fridge?
( it might not be a test but that doesn't mean that david is willing to let wanda tidy up alone. while she manages to pick up the bulk of by virtue of being closer to the table, and though the apartment's larger than it was, it's still not large — david's standing and next to her quickly enough to be able to grab the few scant items she doesn't pick up, stepping into the kitchen and running the water for the sink just as she steps back out to pick up the remainder of the wine and milk.
at her question, he hums an affirmative, opening the fridge and holding out a hand to take one and then the other. as he closes the fridge, his attention shifts to the oven and the digital display of the clock that may or may not be right. (it's at least not flashing 00:00.) )
—Do you work tomorrow?
( if she does, he assumes she'll want an early(ish) night. )
( it's definitely weird (perhaps even fascinating), that in such a short amount of time, despite their missteps, they're constantly in rhythm with each other. it's easy enough, cleaning up, and it's so specifically mundane. part of her wonders if david couldn't just snap his fingers and get everything tidied up. the extent of his abilities are a mystery to her.
david stores the the milk and wine bottle get back in the fridge, all while wanda rolls up her sleeves and picks up at a damp towel to wipe down the coffee table. )
Yeah, I open tomorrow. ( does he know what that means, mister has-never-worked-before— ) But not until ten. ( wanda comes back to the sink, rinsing out the towel, likely doing this over david's arms as he seems to take particular ownership of the sink area. she stands to the side, one hand on the counter. ) Will you come pick up your card game?
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Date: 2026-04-29 09:07 pm (UTC)she's quick to put her foot down, and just about grasps onto the fabric of the couch with her free hand. her socked foot, however, slides on a section of the floor that isn't covered in carpet (this would not be an issue if she wore shoes inside). the teacup escapes her hand, however—
quickly enough, it stops mid-air, surrounded in red. wanda, for her part, gave up and landed herself on the floor, onto her back, after turning to use her arm as a cushion for the short-distanced fall. one hand is raised, keeping the teacup safe, while the other one lets go of the couch cushion. the teacup, for its part, starts to slowly lower down toward her outstretched hand, until it all but lands on the tip of one of her fingers, and she can grab it properly.
(she's fine.)
then, abruptly, a laugh from her, from the floor. )
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Date: 2026-04-30 02:29 pm (UTC)david sits up, leaning fractionally over the side of the sofa to look down at wanda with a grin. he doesn't try to take the teacup from her, but he does hold a hand, empty, palm open, towards her for her to take so that he can help pull her back into some form of a sitting position, rather than the vague crumple she is presently.
his mouth twitches, and he glances towards the cup. )
Nice save.
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Date: 2026-04-30 05:12 pm (UTC)( wanda grabs at his offered hand with her free one, pulling herself up to sit. once she's up, she will let go of his hand, turning her back to him as she carefully, gently, places the cup down on the coffee table. at a glance, they've pretty much decimated their dinner, and what's left over are but scraps that could either be tossed out or eaten after all this time has passed.
she pushes herself to stand, bent over a bit over the table just so that she can start piling plates and silverware together, tidy up a little. wanda steals a glance back at him. )
I can clean up. I don't mind. ( definitely not a test or anything to see if he'll help her or not. wanda genuinely doesn't, as she picks up the plates laden with silverware and food scraps and utensils, and moves them over to the kitchen sink. the cassette on the stereo clicks and stops. she comes back to pick up the wine bottle and the milk carton. at least— one and a half cups left in the bottle, though... with a motion to david. ) Back in the fridge?
( he might not want to finish it just yet. )
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Date: 2026-04-30 06:34 pm (UTC)at her question, he hums an affirmative, opening the fridge and holding out a hand to take one and then the other. as he closes the fridge, his attention shifts to the oven and the digital display of the clock that may or may not be right. (it's at least not flashing 00:00.) )
—Do you work tomorrow?
( if she does, he assumes she'll want an early(ish) night. )
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Date: 2026-04-30 06:55 pm (UTC)david stores the the milk and wine bottle get back in the fridge, all while wanda rolls up her sleeves and picks up at a damp towel to wipe down the coffee table. )
Yeah, I open tomorrow. ( does he know what that means, mister has-never-worked-before— ) But not until ten. ( wanda comes back to the sink, rinsing out the towel, likely doing this over david's arms as he seems to take particular ownership of the sink area. she stands to the side, one hand on the counter. ) Will you come pick up your card game?