If crushes have an age limit, then Angela will be very displeased, given that she would likely be thousands of years older than the cutoff. Thankfully, there does not seem to be any deadline when it comes to developing affection for another. She always did like women with a sense of humor, so her smile at Amaya's comment is genuine.
She takes the invitation to step inside the apartment, closing her eyes once inside and just taking a moment to relish the feeling of the cool air against her sweat dampened skin. She sighs, releasing long-held tension from between her shoulders.
That's much better.
Movers fleeced us, and they brought too small a truck so now we're hoofing loads to the new place :P
She likes that moment. It's the sort she's had herself in special moments, and she's glad to have helped provide it. She moves to stand in front of Angela, signing slowly.
Can I get you something to drink? I have water, some iced tea, and what the one called Hawkeye referred to as 'soda.'
It's not exactly something in her experience either. And the cans that had been left for her are just...strange. But iced tea was a quick favorite, especially given the weather. Because that she can sweeten to mood or taste, and it can come in a pitcher that actually pours.
And not in a tin can, which is still...kind of unnatural to her. And some of them explode if shaken or dropped, so there's that.
She gestures at Angela to make herself comfortable, heading into the kitchen to fix some - using another revelation she's very fond of - the ice cube maker on the fridge. It had taken a little persuading to convince her those weren't magic.
When she comes back, it's with two full glasses, the first of which she offers over.
Angela touches her fingertips to her chin and brings her hand down into the palm of her other hand, before reaching to take the offered glass and draw a long, grateful sip. The drink is refreshing, exactly what's needed on a hot day like this. She shifts the glass to her off hand so that her dominant hand is free to sign.
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I hope your move is/was going well!
She takes the invitation to step inside the apartment, closing her eyes once inside and just taking a moment to relish the feeling of the cool air against her sweat dampened skin. She sighs, releasing long-held tension from between her shoulders.
That's much better.
Movers fleeced us, and they brought too small a truck so now we're hoofing loads to the new place :P
Can I get you something to drink? I have water, some iced tea, and what the one called Hawkeye referred to as 'soda.'
;A; OH NO!! so sorry, that totally whomps
Iced tea sounds delightful.
She may have gotten used to living on Midgard, but she never did develop a taste for sugary sodas.
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And not in a tin can, which is still...kind of unnatural to her. And some of them explode if shaken or dropped, so there's that.
She gestures at Angela to make herself comfortable, heading into the kitchen to fix some - using another revelation she's very fond of - the ice cube maker on the fridge. It had taken a little persuading to convince her those weren't magic.
When she comes back, it's with two full glasses, the first of which she offers over.
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Delicious. That really hits the spot.
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I'm glad. I'm also just glad to help - I've never felt a night stickier than this.
She sipped at her own, hands only fidgeting a little before she signed again.
Please, make yourself comfortable?