[ Wanda sighs as she twists on the table and ensures that sun catcher isn't going to topple off and over the side. It'd be a pity to lose something so beautiful to the consequence of Pietro's impatience.
Sliding off the table, Wanda pivots on her foot as though she's about to leave the kitchen and get ready… but she approaches him and leans against his back, wrapping her arms around his middle. She rests her cheek against his back. ]
Once we have breakfast, we can go. I'm all ready.
[ In her pyjama shorts, which he insisted she wear, and he can wear his track pants that aren't quite as impressive as some of the stupidly tight pants he chooses to wear. How he moves in them is beyond her. ]
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Sliding off the table, Wanda pivots on her foot as though she's about to leave the kitchen and get ready… but she approaches him and leans against his back, wrapping her arms around his middle. She rests her cheek against his back. ]
Once we have breakfast, we can go. I'm all ready.
[ In her pyjama shorts, which he insisted she wear, and he can wear his track pants that aren't quite as impressive as some of the stupidly tight pants he chooses to wear. How he moves in them is beyond her. ]