Re: Log, Marvel: Flash T & MJ W
MJ bit her bottom lip and smiled, pleased by the compliment, with the rose-blush in her cheeks to prove it, even if she had told him to say it. Because she believed he meant it, coaxed out or not. (She left the cosplay comment, because snort, she was a famous actress, okay.) She forgot her lipstick might come off on the backs of her teeth, and she liked that familiar smile he gave her, the one that she'd known as long as she'd known Flash. She looked away in a dart of blue, feeling stupidly charmed by the idiot in the chair, and then she forced out a hard breath, bringing herself back to the present.
"You'd get on my ass about anything, slugger, just because it's my ass." MJ grinned in a part of ruby.—She didn't move toward his chair, even as he faltered. If she was somehow slighted by the fact that he only let Gwen push him, it didn't register on her face. It was a vulnerable thing, she knew, letting someone do that, and, well, Flash didn't like being vulnerable any more than anyone else. She supposed maybe she'd get there with him eventually.—She let her eyes move over Flash's so-called guns and she nodded like, okay, she'd allow it. Her fingers twined in front of her and she walked as he rolled, taking the zap of ramp up into the building. She tipped her head in a spill of burnished copper and smiled at her feet as they propelled her in black flats, tap, tap, tap. He asked about aquariums and poking fun at fish. "That's exactly what they do."
Inside, the Conservation Hall was dark, little bubbled windows backlit, bright flora and fauna simmering in saltwater, little educational placards or interactive screens here and there. It had that wet smell of aquariums—not bad, just like, moist and close and dark and cool, and it was really pretty, she thought, everything submarine blue or the tropical blooms of things like yellow and pink. It was calming. And maybe it would make Flash feel better because no one could really see him to stare—same for her, since everyone like, knew her face or whatever these days.
"The featured exhibit is called the cownose ray," MJ informed Flash with a grin, her teeth a little flecked with lipstick. She still couldn't afford anything fancy. Everyone knew her face, her name, but she was still from Queens. She stilled lived at home. It was drugstore lipstick. "I'll let you come up with the first insult for that, since I'm polite."