@karatetm asked: “ yes. i am telling you what to do. i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because— ‘cause fucking hell. i care about you. okay? ” / kimmy
perhaps she shares more than a last name with bobby because damn if he doesn’t stop what he is doing and listen, sitting back down once more when he dismissed her worry and hold the frozen bag of beans to his neck and eye. funny, considering the part that hurts the most are his ribs, and perhaps, his pride. he should’ve known, kreese was a good fighter. this tall creep was even more. “yeah. . .sorry. i keep worrying you, don’t i?“ he isn’t sure why she would put up with him really, why she would let him roam around with bruised features and showing up at her place drunk and battered. this is worst than a walk of shame, because kimmy knows him. better than most. blue eyes shift down, ashamed before he clears his throat. “the guy had a jump on me. that’s all.“











