— heracules.
— emmeline ! ( @serpvnts )
“ told ya, i’d win. ” hero spoke with all the confidence in the world, his swollen nose be damned. it wasn’t and wouldn’t be the worst injury he’d ever received. considering he’d once shown up on emmy’s doorstep, trying not to stain her carpet with blood, tonight felt like a victory. he just needed a pack of ice and he’d be ace.
slowly, he trekked over to the fridge and immediately helped himself to the bag of frozen vegetables. a wince was forcibly swallowed as the cold compressed against his face, eyes trailing over to the other. “ i’m fuckin’ starving. are you ? ” hero inquired nonchalantly, as if this was a normal occurrence. and truth be told, it was. going over to emmy’s place after a match became a bit of a habit in recent years ; he had no desire to change it.
“ i’m sick of bulking up on bland chicken breast. ”
no matter how many times hero had come over bloodied and bruised after a fight, emmy couldn’t help the small lurch of her stomach and the tightness in her chest to see him injured. though it didn’t matter what state he was in, hero always seemed far to nonchalant about everything, he’d could be bleeding out on her couch and insist he was fine.
“ yeah, yeah ” she muttered, rolling her eyes in response to his words, “ are you sure it’s not broken ? maybe you should let me check --- ” though it seemed her words fell on deaf ears, the blonde already talking about food.
“ well i could always make a stir fry seeing as you’re defrosting my vegetables ” emmy raised her eyebrows, though her lips had already pulled into a soft smile --- she always found it hard to stay stern with him. “ or we could eat out. someone at work was telling me the new thai place a couple blocks over is supposed to be good --- a treat night off wouldn’t hurt. ” she chuckled, “ besides, you’re already bulky enough. you’ll turn into a popeye if you’re not careful. ”
