ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ (weaponizing) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-24 14:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bast, gamora |
Who: Bast & Gamora
What: Shopping for home goods meant to be for co-habitation
When: Before the crazy towers started showing up
Where: Nearby addicting home goods store
Rating/Warnings: Naaaaaaaaaaah
Status: Complete
Bast hadn’t been asked to help with anything remotely moving related before in her life. She’d moved, of course, but she’d also hired people to do all the heavy lifting. It was easier. Shopping, however. Shopping, she could do. Especially when she was helping Gamora shop for things now that she and Peter were moving in together. That was certainly within her means and abilities. If anyone else needed lessons on the art of napping and grooming, she was probably very qualified to teach that, too, but that was another matter entirely. “So what all do you need? Towels? Kitchenware? Everything?” Because she was already thinking about the sort of towels that might be nice. Mostly she liked the fluffy, big ones, but then it all depended on their preferences. “And do you have a color scheme? I know not everyone goes in with color schemes, but sometimes it’s nice to have that.” Her color scheme had been very gold and white with blues and greens tossed in here and there, but it really depended on how she was feeling. She had no reds, though. At least not since she’d started to dream and associate red with Set. Troublesome creature that he was. “Either way, I’m prepared to help you find anything and everything you need.” Bast was probably more prepared than Gamora was - because while she assisted an Interior Designer as one of her jobs, she didn’t really know a ton about color schemes and such. She mostly picked what looked good, however, working for Regina meant she was definitely learning more. So she was eager to put that knowledge to use. It was also exciting, having a partner she was prepared to move in with - likely she would shove a gun in Peter’s face after one too many times of leaving the toilet seat up, but that was just a quirk of living with her. They’d get used to each other’s quirks. In her apartment, the living room was contemporary - black and white with brown and grey accents, and antique Indonesian rain drums that doubled as side tables in clear contrast to how modern it was. She’d definitely be bringing those to the new house. Her bedroom was more Bohemian in style, and her bathroom was pineapple-themed. Since Peter was alright with her doing the decorating, she didn’t see why she couldn’t keep what she liked since he seemed to like it too. “I think I still want to go Bohemian for the bedroom, but a different style - blue and white, mostly, tapestries with elephants and hanging lights and lots of fluffy blankets,” she explained. “And pineapple for the master bathroom. I do like the pineapple theme.” You wouldn’t think it, to look at her. But it was kind of a nod to Hawaii, her homeland. She missed it sometimes. Smiling softly, genuinely, she looped her arm around Bast’s as they entered the store. “Thanks for coming with me.” Bast listened to what Gamora said. She didn’t entirely understand the elephants or the pineapple, but she could go along with basically anything. If it made her friend happy, then she was all too happy to help. Plus, who could go wrong with fluffy blankets? Bast was already imagining cocooning herself in a pile of fluffy blankets and taking a nap. Not that she was really able to nap as often as she’d have liked. Still, the idea was enough to make it a positive outlook on the fluffy blankets side of things. “I think we can definitely find at least most of that stuff here.” Blues and whites would be pretty easy as there were pretty much always blues and whites. It was just a matter of what blues. Light, dark, medium...however many colors there were in this world that consisted of blue. Really, there were a lot. But she’d do her part to help and Gamora seemed fairly quick to note things she did and did not like, so it wouldn’t really be a mystery. “And obviously the fluffy blankets are important. Especially when napping. It’s my favorite thing, but it’s hard to find time to nap when you have to make money and buy food. Long sigh.” There was a smile in response to Gamora’s. “Well, what are friends for, right? Plus, shopping can be fun if you have the right people.” First things first was grabbing a cart. Then Bast made a beeline to the sheets and blankets. Obviously those were a pretty important part of everything. “Cats seem to like napping so it makes sense you’re a snoozer too,” Gamora teased, heading down the aisle with all the various selections of sheets, blankets, comforters. “There’s something so refreshing about new sheets.” Case in point - she selected white ones, they were cottony and soft and she didn’t know how many ‘thread counts’ or whatever that there were, but she liked them and thought they’d go well with the comforter she had in mind. Which was indeed printed with elephants, regal ones, like dignified and blinged out pachyderms you’d find in India. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she said, studying her selection. Well, Gamora thought so, anyway. Peter would like it too, she was sure. “I think we can sort of plan around this color scheme. See, I sound so professional.” “It does make sense,” she agreed. It was just the way she was. Cat goddess who liked cat naps? Pretty normal in the grand scheme of things, which was nice since she didn’t really know how much normal there was for her in the dreams. “New sheets are the best thing that’s ever happened to any of us. It’s true.” As well as a freshly made bed. It was so nice to crawl into. Bast turned her attention to the sheets that Gamora picked out. They did look nice. She wasn’t sure about white sheets for herself, but she could admit that they looked comfy and that was the part that mattered the most. She let out a small laugh, shifting her attention to Gamora instead of the sheets. It was nice to be able to joke around with other people. She had to admit that the shopping was enjoyable as well. “Oh yes. Very professional.” She looked around to see what else was close by so they could start looking at other things. “Are there any other sheets you want? Just so you can have an extra set. Perhaps blue? Since it is in your color scheme. An alternative for laundry day.” It seemed like white sheets, you’d have to wash those pretty frequently since anything would show - but Gamora was up for the task. They just looked so nice, and felt nice, like literally falling into a cloud. She needed to do more sleeping, it was healthy - but part of her problem was that she’d been conditioned to always think she needed to be doing something. Some habits were hard to break. “Blue,” she nodded. “A navy blue. Not like...cornflower blue.” Oh, geez, cornflower blue. She really did sound like an interior designer’s assistant. But alas. She began going through the selections to find the right size for her and Peter’s bed - it was going to be a king, since she was all for as much space to sprawl out as possible. It kept a relationship healthy. “What about you and T’Challa?” she asked her cat goddess friend. “Do you think the roles will be reversed soon and I’ll be helping you pick out combined living space things?” Gamora had decided she liked T’Challa. He was a bit stuffy and regal, but now he had someone who could get him to not be so serious all the time. Kind of like what Peter did for his ladyfriend. “Navy is a good blue.” She resisted the urge to smile at the mention of cornflower blue. She didn't mind that color (once she checked to see what it looked like). That didn't make it seem like the amusing sort of color for some people to choose. Navy seemed to fit with Gamora in a way. Bast shrugged. “I'm not sure. I suppose it's possible.” They would have to decide who was moving and he would be forced to contend with Muffin on a regular basis. “I suppose I could always ask.” She wouldn't be against it, but they would have to discuss everything.” T’Challa was both of those things, but she had seen him completely undone and it was particularly wonderful. She liked to get past the very serious parts of him and find the parts of him that made mostly terrible jokes. Plus, his facial expressions were still entertaining. He still had the capacity to be shocked when she was made dirty jokes or grabbed his ass in public. Really anything that he wasn't expecting. Even if he should have by now. “If you think you are at that point in your relationship. It’s a big step,” Gamora said. She was basically going to go crazy in this aisle, picking out a decorative mandala tapestry to hang on the wall behind the bed. And then a little bit further down, gauzy white curtains for the windows. There were also smaller pillows that matched the comforter, and things like an elephant-shaped nightlight in a cutout design. She was glad that both of her jobs paid well, and that she could actually afford this. For the most part. But it was about time she treated herself - a new milestone, like living with her boyfriend, deserved new furniture. And she really liked the bohemian style. “But you are happy? Everything is going fine between you two?” It was and she had never really made that step before. She knew that T’Challa had been with someone before her. She just didn't really focus on that. She knew enough about the relationship without having to know everything. “Muffin and I would have to talk first. Naturally she'll go wherever I go, but I can't expect her to be pleased if I never talk to her about it. She's warmed up to him a little. I keep hoping she'll do something painfully adorable like lick his nose and then run off, but it wouldn't be nearly as adorable if I told her to do it...so it has yet to occur. Still...she has stopped staring from a distance and pretending he doesn't exist, so that's improvement. She's very finicky with people. Then again, she is a cat. They can be very aloof creatures.” They could also be very affectionate and that was the part she played. Bast was not entirely certain that they would not buy the entire store before all was said and done, but she was glad there were things that Gamora wanted in the store. “We're happy. We keep seeming to fight things together. I don't know if that is a good thing, but I certainly prefer fighting next to him than trying to find him in the middle of chaos. I met his boss the last time. He seems to be a strange man with a suit that helps him fly around. His ego is a little big, but I suppose that he's not the only flying man with a big ego.” Gamora chuffed in amusement. “You mean Tony Stark? He is my boss too - but Stark Industries is gigantic. The Security division is not anywhere near T’Challa is, I assume,” she said. At least, she hadn’t run into T’Challa before - but it wasn’t like Gamora had much of a desk job. She was always out and about, conducting physical security surveys and inspections, installing new systems, things which kept her boinging to and fro. “Still, I agree, the man is strange,” her lips quirked in a half-smile. “In a good way.” Thanos was just as rich as Tony Stark, just as successful, and had just as big of an ego (maybe bigger, dangerously so) - but there was no kindness to be found in Gamora’s adoptive father, whereas Stark was more of a philanthropist even if he didn’t make a big deal out of it. Oh, here we go. The bathroom aisle. Gamora found an abandoned cart (or maybe it was someone else’s, but she didn’t quite care) to use to pile things into. “Look at all of it!” She was so excited by all of the pineapple things - bath mats and towels, shower curtains, candles, and she went to a wooden sign that spelled out aloha, with the ‘o’ a pineapple design. It was perfect. “I trust you will tell no one of my glee over pineapples.” “Yes. I do mean Tony Stark. I guess that is easier than Egotistical Air Man.” She smiled a little. She didn’t really mind Tony, but he was a strange individual. He’d called out to ask if T’Challa had brought him a sandwich in the middle of a fight. Looking back, Bast should have offered to make him a Friskies sandwich. She was trying not to think about the fact that she ate cat food in the dreams. Perhaps it made sense, but really. Bast really couldn’t argue with stealing a cart, though. If the person that had it before (if there was an “owner”) didn’t want it taken, they wouldn’t have left it here. There were different things to focus on anyway, like how excited Gamora was by all of the pineapple things in the bathroom aisle. She wasn’t laughing (okay, yes she was...but only a little). It was just unusual to see Gamora doing something so adorable. She was usually more...serious. She would count this as a small blessing that she was able to witness this herself. “I wouldn’t dream of it. If I told people, I would never be able to witness this glee myself...and that would be a travesty.” “At least you’re not taking photos,” Gamora pointed out, with a laugh. She might feel comfortable enough to express her love for silly pineapple-designed bathroom things in front of someone, but a Snapchat video with one of those stupid filters to give you bug eyes and a flower crown would be a hard hell no. “But these are so much nicer than the decorations I have at my apartment.” That was why she picked out lots of new things - the house her and Peter were looking at had two bathrooms, so, this would be for the master bathroom and she still had to do up the other one. The guest bathroom. Maybe in something cliche, like seashells. It would be for another day, however. “Is there anything you wish to buy for your own place?” she asked Bast. “I think I’ve racked up enough of a credit card bill for now.” “I really want to be able to say that I was going to take a picture, but I didn’t even think about that.” For all the times she took pictures when T’Challa wasn’t paying attention to her, it was perhaps a little surprising, but then her reasons for taking pictures of T’Challa were entirely for her own enjoyment. This was a different situation. It was all for the best anyway. Bast considered the question for a moment, wondering if there was anything she needed before they left. She didn’t really need anything, but… “Just a couple more coffee mugs. Just because I’m pretty sure I always need some. And a few other kitchen things. Then we can leave. I promise.” “Coffee mugs and kitchen things. I’m sure I could use more of those as well,” Gamora acquiesced. She’d give into the urge - because she drank coffee like water and sometimes gadgets for the kitchen were irresistible. Like a set of knives carved entirely from maplewood. Peter would laugh at her, but it’d be well worth it. Off on this next adventure they would go. Then, while she was pretty sure she’d already racked up a decent credit card bill? There would be room to treat them to something delicious afterwards, like pizza. Or ice cream. Maybe both. Shopping and gossiping. It worked up quite the appetite. |