when they get home, susan is shuffling around the house in pajama pants and one of their father's frayed college hoodies. fuzzy slippers. her hair in a careless bun. she's eating doritos and there are orange crumbs on her lips.
"did you go to school like that?" peter asks.
"whatever," says susan rolling her eyes. "at least i went to school. how was dino's?"
"same old."
"what happened to you, ed?" susan asks him, like she's asking him which shirt looks better or how the weather is, like his wrist isn't in a cast. she shuffles over to him and edmund automatically holds out his hand for her inspection.
"he got into a fight," says peter.
"well, you don't have to sound so smug about it," susan frowns at him. she looks back at edmund and her expression softens a little, and suddenly her eyes seem conspicuously blue and luminous, her skin pale, and the doritos crumbs on her lips easy to brush off with a touch of his fingers. susan says, "was it worth it?"
edmund looks at the floor. "yeah," he says quietly.
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jurassic park is on tv, and while edmund goes upstairs to do his homework ("i'm a little old for dinosaurs." "no one's ever too old for dinosaurs!") peter and susan do paper-rock-scissors to see who microwaves the popcorn, and peter wins. he lounges on the couch watching jeff goldblum deadpan at the camera when the smell of butter fills the room, and susan settles next to him with the popcorn bowl on her lap.
"did you pour in extra butter?" peter asks, grabbing a handful.
"of course," susan replies, turning up the volume. "what do you take me for?"
and by the time the brachiosaurus sneezes all over the girl who screams all the time, the popcorn bowl is empty and peter takes to tugging at her hoodie and saying things like, "how do you not get lost in there?" while susan just smiles and pushes his hands away and pretends dinosaurs are more interesting. and the more she pushes his hands away, the more he comes at her, and then they are wrestling on the couch, and she is winning. so peter pushes susan's knee out from under her and she yelps as she falls on top of him, and he has his arms around her and isn't letting go.
"i can't even feel you in there," he says through laughter. "it feels like i'm hugging a pile of laundry."
"get a room, you guys," lucy calls out sing-song as she walks through the living room to the kitchen.
UMMMMM totally inspired by that behind the scene photo where anna was wearing the giant hoodie, YOU KNOW WHICH I MEAN?? (and she was hugging will who was in armor, eeeeeeeee.) HOODIE!SUSAN. MMMMM.
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when they get home, susan is shuffling around the house in pajama pants and one of their father's frayed college hoodies. fuzzy slippers. her hair in a careless bun. she's eating doritos and there are orange crumbs on her lips.
"did you go to school like that?" peter asks.
"whatever," says susan rolling her eyes. "at least i went to school. how was dino's?"
"same old."
"what happened to you, ed?" susan asks him, like she's asking him which shirt looks better or how the weather is, like his wrist isn't in a cast. she shuffles over to him and edmund automatically holds out his hand for her inspection.
"he got into a fight," says peter.
"well, you don't have to sound so smug about it," susan frowns at him. she looks back at edmund and her expression softens a little, and suddenly her eyes seem conspicuously blue and luminous, her skin pale, and the doritos crumbs on her lips easy to brush off with a touch of his fingers. susan says, "was it worth it?"
edmund looks at the floor. "yeah," he says quietly.
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jurassic park is on tv, and while edmund goes upstairs to do his homework ("i'm a little old for dinosaurs." "no one's ever too old for dinosaurs!") peter and susan do paper-rock-scissors to see who microwaves the popcorn, and peter wins. he lounges on the couch watching jeff goldblum deadpan at the camera when the smell of butter fills the room, and susan settles next to him with the popcorn bowl on her lap.
"did you pour in extra butter?" peter asks, grabbing a handful.
"of course," susan replies, turning up the volume. "what do you take me for?"
and by the time the brachiosaurus sneezes all over the girl who screams all the time, the popcorn bowl is empty and peter takes to tugging at her hoodie and saying things like, "how do you not get lost in there?" while susan just smiles and pushes his hands away and pretends dinosaurs are more interesting. and the more she pushes his hands away, the more he comes at her, and then they are wrestling on the couch, and she is winning. so peter pushes susan's knee out from under her and she yelps as she falls on top of him, and he has his arms around her and isn't letting go.
"i can't even feel you in there," he says through laughter. "it feels like i'm hugging a pile of laundry."
"get a room, you guys," lucy calls out sing-song as she walks through the living room to the kitchen.
UMMMMM totally inspired by that behind the scene photo where anna was wearing the giant hoodie, YOU KNOW WHICH I MEAN?? (and she was hugging will who was in armor, eeeeeeeee.) HOODIE!SUSAN. MMMMM.