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[sjokolademelk]

[ she wonders how long mj has been here. noora is not stranger to adapting, nor new things: she left her loveless, neglectful home the moment she could and travelled a few corners of europe. this is different. for a moment though, the relief of having some kind of companion makes it feel just a little less so.

noora relaxes. ] I'll have some soda. [ she doesn't drink alcohol, not anymore. she blacks out if she has too much, and then —

well, there was that other time she blacked out.

she moves towards the bar and picks up something cool and orange, checking the label to be certain it's truly what she's after. ] How long have you been here, MJ? [ she says the letters carefully, trying out the american annunciation. ]

[dramatic]

( mj, for her part, goes for a club soda.

non-caffeinated, because if there's anyone in the world who doesn't need caffeine late in the evening, it's mary jane watson. she bites back a smile when she hears noora testing out her name. why so damn cute, noora. mj lowkey already wants to trade lipsticks. )

A month.

( people are usually surprised by this, because mj doesn't seem like a recent addition, but that's ... mj. she scrunches up her face a little. )

Can I ask what your first language is or is that like a multiverse faux pas? ( pls tell her noora, mj is a girl that likes to be wide awake. )

[sjokolademelk]

[ noora would rather have some chocolate milk if she's being honest, but she'll take what she can find for now, twisting off the top after her minute scrutiny and taking a sip.

aaaand swallowing it down hard because yes, she is surprised by this. a month? she glances around the club, clearly in some awe that all this has been done in nigh on four weeks. impressive and definitely not what she would have done with her time, which has admittedly been... nothing. she's done a big fat nothing but sit in her room and wander, oscillating from sad to angry and back again. ]

Oh, it's fine. It's Norwegian, the accent. And yours is... [ as if she's really gotta think about this one: ] American? [ obvious answer is teasingly obvious. ]

[dramatic]

( mj's eyes grow round as saucers, feigning surprise. it's meant to be elaborate, but if anyone asks, the charm is all natural. )

How did you guess?

( soon enough, her expression shifts back into a bright grin. it's easier to focus on the perks: a closet that gives you anything you want, rooms that turn into whatever you wish, people from all kinds of places -- like Norway! -- instead of the alternative. then again, if mj is honest with herself, other than aunt anna, she's not sure anyone would miss her. and there's really no one to blame but mj. if you want something real, you have to be real, and she's still figuring that part out. )

That's me. American. At least until I get back to Prince Harry.

( is she serious? does she know prince harry? well, no. but mj believes in positive thinking. imagine the ginger babies. )

[sjokolademelk]

[ there's no getting those eyes one over noora: that genuine if effortlessly practiced charm has noora laughing with a brightening gaiety. it may or not not be the first time she's laughed like so in awhile and the act sheds and eschews the weights on her shoulders, on her back. she feels them drop and good riddance.

even if later she pick some parts of those worries and longings up for safe, cherished keeping, for now she's happy to be without them.

also noora will latch onto this familiar reference. finally, someone she can talk to about important things in life. ] Prince Harry, eh? Not into the strong, silent type? [ if she had to choose... ]

[dramatic]

( there's a split second where mary jane hesitates.

not only because of the question, but because noora reminds her of gwen then, with such a ferocity that it's almost a tiny punch in the gut. a rueful smile curves on her lips. her answer is refreshingly honest, because maybe noora is a bit familiar to her too now. ) Maybe a little.

( but! ) Those ones are the real trouble, if you ask me.

[sjokolademelk]

[ her smile falters. just some, but not enough to fade the entirety of light in her eyes. noora knows what it's like to be drawn towards the 'strong, silent' type. there was a time she tried to resist with every bone in her body, and once she gave in...

well, so. she's been in deep.

she leans against the bar then. ]

You don't have to tell me. I have one... maybe coming back to me at home.

[ it feels safer to admit it here: maybe he won't. maybe they were just not going to be. ]

[dramatic]

( and this, too, is refreshing: the lack of expectation. mj isn't good at giving herself over. she does it in slow, painstaking pieces. her mother gave everything. her sister, gayle, gave everything. then they had nothing left. mj vowed she would never live her life for others, the way that they did, but she is also realizing that's a double-edged sword.

she never lets the light in, either. )

Maybe?

( a smile curves on her lips. )

You don't have to tell me either, cutie. But from where I'm standing, if he doesn't, he's one scoop short of an ice cream cone.