[Pietro can't help but laugh at her antics, not because they're amusing right now. They're irritating, she's irritating, but what he sees in her at this moment is the past. How she'd been so energetic on birthdays - he was too, but he was always more easily excitable as a kid. For Wanda, it was a shift, a special day and he remembers how much she loved it when she'd gotten up before him just to be first at something on that day.]
I'm up!
[He grumbles like he'd rather not be, but he has no desire to curl back up under the blanket and his smile says as much. He's out of bed quickly, too quickly and nearly getting his foot caught in a twisted sheet, but never pulls his hand out of her grip, tolerating every insistent tug.]
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I'm up!
[He grumbles like he'd rather not be, but he has no desire to curl back up under the blanket and his smile says as much. He's out of bed quickly, too quickly and nearly getting his foot caught in a twisted sheet, but never pulls his hand out of her grip, tolerating every insistent tug.]
You going to let me get dressed?