joey looks over at him, eyebrows still pulled together slightly. "you're a jerk, you know that?" they both know that she's referencing several things at the moment, not just his words minutes ago.
"yeah," he tells her, shaking his head and looking a...
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IT'S ALMOST SECOND NATURE TO JOEY, LOOKING BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING THE HALL AND KNOCKING ON PIETRO'S DOOR.
It's past training, but it isn't quite lunchtime yet. So, with nothing of importance to do, Joey finds herself looking for Pietro, and when he doesn't answer his bedroom door, she knows exactly where she can find him.
"Good morning, sunshine," Joey greets casually as she steps out onto the balcony, sliding the door shut behind her. To her left, Pietro is already sitting on the bench, and he scoots slightly to make room for her.
"Morning," Pietro smiles, despite the fact that they saw each other just about an hour and a half ago in training. They share a mutual understanding, though, that they didn't really see each other. When everyone else is around, they don't really interact. "What's up?"
"I'm bored."
"What did you do before I lived here?" Pietro wonders, his eyes tracking Joey as she moves to take a seat on his right. "You are always bored."
"I swam laps in the pool and watched soaps with Loki. Anyway, I saw you eat shit during training," she remarks. Pietro chokes.
"Eat shit?" He laughs. "What are you talking about?"
"When your shoelace got stuck under one of the weight plates on your barbell and you fell down," Joey laughs back.
"Ah, eat shit. I made a fool of myself, you mean?"
"Don't worry, I don't think anyone else was looking."
"Oh, but you were?" He teases. Joey rolls her eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself, goldie locks," she advises, giving him a look before looking out at the small flock of birds that is making its way across the sky.
"You sure do make a lot of comments on my hair color, for someone who has dyed hair," Pietro notes.
"You're welcome to make any comments you please on my hair color," Joey defends.
"No, I like your hair," he tells her decisively, after assessing her for a beat.
"I like your hair," Joey responds. "I just think it's funny that it's blond."
"Why?"
Joey shrugs, smiling. "I don't know."
Pietro remains looking at her, with skepticism and amusement. "You are a strange girl," he says.
"What?!" Joey asks, feigning shock. "Crap. What do I do about this?"
"You shouldn't do anything about it," he clarifies. "It makes you interesting."
"Shut up," Joey laughs, nudging Pietro easily with her left elbow and shaking her head. Her face heats up slightly, but she blames it on the summer weather.
