Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.
The first thing Marvel felt was soreness. It was a tiredness in his muscles that was different than the soreness and aches that would accompany training. No, it was different.
When he finally sat up, the bruises littering his arms and chest became visible even in the dimness if the room. He sighed and stretched his arms above his head in an attempt to alleviate a small amount of the pain.
With a quick glance to his ‘sparring partner’, Marvel stood, thankful for the distance between them on the bed. With Cato still sleeping, Marvel dressed himself. He took the pen and small pad of paper on the bedside table to scrawl a quick note in sloppy writing.
2,Decent performance. I’d give it a 7. I’d practice if I were you.-1
He paused and glanced at the sleeping tributes face for one last moment before taking off, his shame an unfortunate distraction from pain.