Janet Van Dyne aka Wasp (tiny_queenbee) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-03-06 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete!, aaron keener, janet van dyne |
Who: Vanguard Aaron & Jan
What: Donuts and serious business
When: Backdated March 5th, probably around 1-2am
Where: A motel in Ravenmoore
Rating: Low
Status: Complete!
Jan knew Preya would come through for her on her late night craving for donuts and she wasn't disappointed! She had a full dozen in a box, ready to share with Aaron as she made her way towards the motel. Aaron was...interesting. Jan thought he was a lot like Natasha: hard to get close to and wasn't very good at showing a lot of emotion. Or the right emotion. She was still a bit bristled about their earlier interaction. Sometimes he seemed to only interact with her when he wanted to get under her skin! Still, she thought she detected the faintest curiosity from him, a genuine interest in getting to know her more. Teasing was a form of flattery, right? But there was still something that seemed to be holding him back and she hoped tonight he would feel more comfortable to open up to her. Besides, she brought gifts! How could you say no to donuts? She was hoping he couldn't. She had just had her serious talk with Necrosis and she didn't think Aaron could tell her anything more upsetting than what her beautiful boy had. Despite his past and what he may have done, Jan didn't judge him on that, but the person he was in Preya. And he seemed very distant from the angel he had told her about. It had almost seemed like a story...a scary, upsetting one, but a story no less. Moving from one serious conversation to another only seemed right; she was at least in the right mind frame to potentially hear things that were upsetting and still be supportive of her new friend. She really just wanted to know if he was that mysterious or if he just needed a good night out. She grinned, knowing that she and Oberon were still planning their little outing this weekend. But for the moment, she found his room number and knocked on the door, stepping back with a grin and a wave at the peephole for when he looked out. He always seemed to be on his guard and she just pictured him looking out, gun in hand. At least he wouldn't shoot her...she hoped. |