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[vaccination]

Having a kid at home is enough in that category, thank you very much.

[Even if he's too young to really bat things around very well. He just kind of likes sticking things into his mouth and screaming.

That said, it looks like a child's mess behind the sofa--the usual dust, and then there's colored pencils, regular pencils, a t-shirt covered in dust bunnies, a notepad, a comic book, and some pieces of paper with horses sketched on them.]

Oh. Huh. Wondered where all this went.

[He can move the sofa while she gathers all that shit up. Oops.]

[worthallthis]

How did the shirt get under there?

[He's moving it like a normal person would, at least: no active serum, so no hefting furniture around like it weighs nothing. It gets shoved to one side and tugged around more than lifted.]

[vaccination]

I took it off, threw it over here, and... I dunno. It got lost.

[She looks over to her open closet, where there is... a lot of plaid. She wears a lot of plaid. One going missing is easy.]

Don't look under my bed.

[worthallthis]

Why would you throw it at your couch, Ellie. You could have at least thrown it at your closet.

[He really does need to pick up his stealth cleaning again, doesn't he. Yunlan doesn't need it anymore, but it kind of looks like Ellie does.

He pivots the couch around, as much as he can in the space, bumping at the current pillow fort in the process.]

[vaccination]

'cause it wasn't dirty. I was gonna wear it again.

[Ellie wears her shirts until they begin to stink or get a stain on them. So, does she wear plaid almost every day some weeks, or is she cycling through the same two or three that she just throws on the couch...?]

Anyway, we're here to make a fort you can hang out in with me, not discuss my--me. Chop chop, B.

[worthallthis]

[He actually stops to frown at the closet.]

Is your closet full of dirty clothes, Ellie?

[There might be an emergency laundry day in the offing in his head right now.]

[vaccination]

What? No! I just keep the clothes that aren't clean enough to be put back, but not dirty enough to be washed, out here.

[She motions to the sofa... and the bed. The bed is made, with some lumps. Probably a hoodie or two tucked away under there.]

Oh my god, you're judging me.

[worthallthis]

[He's silent for a minute before he admits,]

Maybe a little bit.

[He gets the couch properly in place, but then he's starting to pick through the blankets, looking for clothes. He'll deal with the fort adjustment in a minute.]

[vaccination]

Oh, my god.

[He's not even trying to be subtle. Ellie throws a blanket over him in attempt to stop him.]

Nuh-uh. You're not doing that right now, mister. Turn into a mom when it's not your birthday... thing.

[There's probably one lone, stray sock around here somewhere.]

C'mon! Fun first.

[worthallthis]

How do you know this isn't fun?

[But when he pulls the blanket off his head, he's smirking, and he comes to dismantle the blanket fort to start rearranging the cushions.]

[vaccination]

[She really wants to hit him with a pillow, because that's fun for her, but refrains. Physical things and Bucky? She thinks twice. Instead, she huffs, amused and glad to see him enjoying himself even if its at her expense.]

You're just asking for me to kick your ass, you know? Keep it up and see what happens.

[Ellie is actually no help with this fort building, as she flops her body onto the stacked cushions and bounces off, onto the soft sea of blankets, face down.]

[worthallthis]

[It's fine. He's intending to build this, himself. He makes a shooing motion at her.]

Hey, get off my building materials.

[vaccination]

I see you are very intimidated.

[She rolls away, but stays on her side to watch the construction.]

[worthallthis]

Terrified.

[It comes out too flat to be serious. Even if he is a tiny bit. Not a lot, though, and not right now really. This kind of joking around is familiar and comfortable enough to let it slide.

He sets about wedging the couch cushions up again a little ways from the couch back. It'll make a kind of lean-to tent, once a blanket is laid across the top.]

[vaccination]

[Ellie very obviously, and very slowly, reaches out an arm to try and tip over a cushion. Because she's a brat when she's playful.]

Earthquake?

[worthallthis]

Only if the earthquake's name is Ellie.

[They swat gently at her arm.]

We're on a flying space boat. There's no earth to quake.

[vaccination]

Turbulence.

[Undeterred, she tries again, just testing his patience--or ability to mess around and have fun.]

[worthallthis]

Uh huh.

[He swats lightly again, and pointedly shifts so he's kneeling between the pillows and her angle of attack. If she wants to continue that particular teasing, she'll have to move, too.]

[vaccination]

[That's just rude. Ellie groans and rolls onto her stomach, army crawling into what should be the inside of the fort, but most likely just getting in the way.]

Am I annoying you yet?

[worthallthis]

Always.

[He does not, in fact, sound particularly annoyed. And he does his best to work around her, so long as she's not actively knocking over the cushions. He's to the point of draping a blanket across the top, now, so really, he's almost done.]

[vaccination]

[She laughs, pleased with his answer, and doesn't want to destroy the fort. So, she just prepares for him joining by scooting over to one side and laying on her stomach, chin resting on her forearms.]

It's pretty cozy in here, just saying.

[worthallthis]

Yeah, yeah. Just finishing up here.

[He's made it big enough that he can slide in without touching her, or even the potential threat of touching her. She's within reach, but there's still a good foot and a half between them, when he sticks close to the cushions aide.]

[vaccination]

Well? What do you think?

[As if he wasn't the one that put this all together. Ellie will still take the credit for the foundation.]

[worthallthis]

It's a little small, still.

[He'd really rather be a little further away from Ellie, here, but. It could be worse. And it's cozy.]

Reminds me of a sniper blind.

[That's less cozy, but not bad either.]

[vaccination]

I smell that bad?

[She's teasing. Ellie tosses a blanket over him before keeping to her side.]