Feeling her arms around him, he grinned and held her hands as he looked at her through the mirror, “I suppose I could go and drop them off for you, hang them off his window sill or something. That way you don’t have to deal with it.”
He took hold of her hands, lifting them up to kiss them before letting out a breath, “Now, I better brush my teeth for I fear my breath probably smells and I don’t want to lose you already, to bad breath.”
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“Your breath has smelt all morning...but I haven’t left yet,” she teased, kissing his bare back before stepping away. “I’m going to get dressed and lay out an outfit I think would look adorbs on you, up to you if you wear it…”
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“I’ll wear it, because I have no intention of missing breakfast with you,” He then watched her step away before grabbing said toothbrush and going to work to clean himself up, while she went on to get said outfit ready, letting out a breath. This had all happened so suddenly, his mind was racing.
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Effie stared into Tim’s half of the closet, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I miss you…” she whispered to the clothes, before suddenly breaking, flinging clothes around, dress shirts and t-shirts and clothes that cost more than most people made in a month went flying. She broke down completely, crying as she fell to her knees, clutching a pair of his pants, almost desperately.
It took a moment to bring herself back together, standing and wiping at her eyes, searching through the disaster of the closet to pick out the nice red shirt and black dress pants she had thought of for Peter, adding a pair of tennis shoes to them and setting them on the bed before returning to the closet to dress.
She came out in a pair of jean shorts and a spider-man tank top, humming as she started braiding her long hair. “Ugh, I need to cut this,” she muttered, tossing her braid over her shoulder before adding blue and red make-up.
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Peter finished brushing his teeth and getting cleaned up before making his way back towards the bedroom. Spotting the clothing on the bed he grinned, then looked to her as he shook his head, making his way towards where she was standing as she braided her hair. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her neck softly, “Nope, I love your hair.”
He then let her go to begin dressing up, blinking as he did so, shaking his head, “My god, do you see the brand of these clothes? I think like three paychecks might pay for the whole thing. Maybe.”
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“Mm, then I won’t show you the price tag of my new shoes,” she said, slipping into a pair of blue stilettos, wiggling them at Peter before sitting on the bed, crossing one leg over the other as she watched him dress. “You’re a teen titan...right?”
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“Please don’t, I might actually cry and then I’d ruin everything,” Peter grinned before adjusting the shirt. It was just slightly off feeling as it wasn’t his typical size. He shook his head to get his neck a bit more comfortable in the collar then looked around, “Alright, so, off to breakfast then?”
Then she asked about the Titans and he nodded, “Kind of I guess. Not really, technically, but I guess they have the ‘always a Titan’ motto. So yea… ish, why?”
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“Can you ask why they don’t like Sparrow?” she asked, fluttering her sparkly lashes at him as she stood and grabbed her Hello Kitty Purse, offering her hand to him. “I just...wanna know. Alright, what do you want for breakfast? Classic American? Japanese? Gotham Traditional? Californian?”
-- “Classic American, obviously. I mean look at me, I need some meat on my bones,” Peter grinned, taking her hand as he made his way towards the exit with her, then frowned, “I can ask, but I doubt they ‘don’t like you’, they just used to be real selective in their process of bringing people in. But I’ll definitely ask, just… well they’re all pretty super nice last I checked. I know, for one, Teddy likes everyone.”
-- “Well, then we’ll find out when you ask!” she said with a smile, leaning against his arm as they headed out the door and for the elevator. “Now, on for foods!”