"Hey. Brought over some rock pasta." Roak stated, holding a covered dish. "You hungry?"
Hugo looks up at Roak from the floor. He can smell the pasta from above him. “Shit….” He mumbles, pushing the empty bottles away from him. “You made that? Shit, that smells fucking good.” He rub his head from his hangover. “Let me just get up…hold on.” He tries to lift himself up but he fell backwards.
Hugo let go and took a step back.
“That was a good fight.” Milo clap to both of them
Jess stood and went to Roaks side “are you alright?”
"Yeah, I'm fine." Roak hid a wince. An ugly bruise was forming on his ribs, but it would be healed in a couple of days.
he shot Hugo a wry smile, stretching his aching muscles and flexing briefly.
Hugo reach a hand out with a grin “good spar bud! Sorry for being rough with ya. I told you I wouldn’t hold back.” He playfully said to him. “Can you get up?”
Roak took Hugo's hand and let himself be pulled up.
"alright, Milo." He said, going into a boxing stance, "You want in on this?"
Milo rolls his eyes playfully “Psh. No. I’m a pacifist.”
Hugo goes to Milo. “Don’t mind him, his always been weak.” He reach behind Milo’s neck and gave the top of his head a hard rub.
“Fuck you Hugo.”
Jess let out a laugh

















