Third floor common room [Tuesday night]

[weldedtomyspine]

For once Jaime wasn't spending his time in the common room cooking. Nope. Tonight he was sprawled out on the couch with a ziplock bag full of ice resting on his cheek. He'd spent most of Monday watching the bruise blossom from slight discoloration into a genuine shiner. So now he was just lying around watching improv comedy shows and trying to look pitiful.

It wasn't like he was above trying to get free food or care out of an injury that wasn't really that big a deal. After all, the Scarab would have completely healed the thing by now if he hadn't pointed out that that would have drawn a lot of attention. And that it didn't really hurt anyway.

So there Jaime lay: it was a nice night for sketch comedy and sympathy.

Comments

[heromaniac]

"Me?! I'm fine! I can't believe I hit you!" She did sound worried. She backed up a step to bow deeply at him. Over and over again. "I am so sorry! I... I didn't know I was being weird, and it wasn't even me! I mean, I don't even have a motorcycle! And you were so nice to Yomoko... I mean, me, and then I hit you, and you have a black EYE! I am so so so so sorry!" More bowing.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Momoko!" Jaime said loudly, trying not to laugh (and still sounding a bit worried. "It's no big deal. I don't even think that you who wasn't you was even trying to hit me. And it's over."

He reached out a hand and waved for her to sit down somewhere. "Come on. Stop all that bowing. It makes me feel awkward."

[heromaniac]

She bowed once more time. "She wasn't! I mean she wanted to, but she wouldn't have really, if you'd just told her about the bike." She plopped to the floor in front of the couch. "Not that there was a bike. At least I don't think there was. She thought there was." She covered her face with her hand. "And here I thought I was normal all weekend. I am so sorry! Can I get you anything? More ice?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'm fine, Momoko. Promise. I'm just glad you're back. The you with glasses seemed so sad, and the other one seemed so angry. I like you better this way."

[heromaniac]

"Thank you. I like being just me, too." Momoko sighed. "I think the worst part is that I didn't even know I wasn't me the whole time. How can you even be your own triplet? That was the weirdest weekend ever! Next time I'm not me, lock me up or something? At least then I can't go around hitting people."

She looked up at him. "You sure you don't want anything?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'd feel bad l oc king you up," he objected. Then he paused to consider her question.

"Well..." on the one hand... he didn't want her feeling guilty. On the other hand... "If there are any cookies, I don't suppose I'd say no..."

[heromaniac]

"Well I feel bad for hitting you!" Momoko jumped up and ran to the kitchen to scrounge up some cookies. She brought him a plate, piled high, and a glass of milk. "I found oreos! Are those okay? If you want homemade cookies, I can try and make some! Or I can go into town and see if there's anyplace open?"

Has she mentioned she's sorry?

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oreos are fine," he assured her. Then he looked at the plate thoughtfully. "Oh, wait, there's just one problem..." He trailed off teasingly, trying to hide his grin.

[heromaniac]

"Eh?" Momoko looked at the plate, trying to see what was wrong. "Are they bad? The package was open, but it had one of those clip things on it, so I didn't think to look at the expiration date. I mean, how long do cookies last around here? I can go get something else, though! I have candy in my room..."

[weldedtomyspine]

"The problem," Jaime said patiently, but with a grin, "is that there are too many cookies for me to eat. Do you know of anyone that might help me with this terrible, terrible problem?"

[heromaniac]

"There is no such thing as too many cookies!" Momoko plopped back down to the floor near him and snagged one, grinning with relief that he really was okay. "I was worried! I should smother you with a pillow and eat them all myself! What are we watching?" She unscrewed the sandwich cookie and set to removing the icing from the inside. The PROPER way to eat a sandwich cookie.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime watched her for a moment and just grinned. It really was good to see her back to normal. So full of life. For his part he just dunked a cookie in his glass of milk until it got soggy and then stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.

"Just whatever's on that seems funny."

[heromaniac]

Momoko had her back to him, but she still cringed when he ate the cookie like that. It was a gift and a curse.

"You totally didn't just do that, right? You took the cookie apart, right?" She finished the last of the icing and put the halves back together, finally taking a bite.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Yes," Jaime lied. "Of course."

He paused, then grinned. "But I'm not sure I got it exactly right. Can you show me again?" What? It was fun watching her eviscerate cookies!

[heromaniac]

Momoko rolled her eyes and made a face at him as she reached for another oreo. "Why is it that no one here knows how to eat food properly? You are supposed to take sandwich cookies apart before you eat them. That way you get to taste all the flavours!" Which she then proceeded to do.

[weldedtomyspine]

If Jaime were someone else, and if Momoko were someone else, then someone besides the narrative might comment on the entrancing nature of people licking things. But this was Jaime, and Momoko, so he just grinned and intentionally did it wrong, breaking the cookie as he twisted them apart. "Like this?"

[heromaniac]

"You did that on purpose!" Momoko laughed as she reached for a nearby sofa pillow and tossed it at his head. "You do know that disrespecting the food is disrespecting the person who made it? Do it right! And why are there bits of cookie in your milk?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime let the pillow hit him and then groaned theatrically. "Oh, that hurts." No it didn't.

"And... I don't know what you're talking a bout!" He chugged his milk to destroy any evidence.

[heromaniac]

Momoko's face fell. "Wah! I'm sorry! Did it really?" Great, she'd hurt him again. "I didn't even use any strength! I really didn't mean to!"

Then she watched him chug his milk. "Wait a minute! Are you faking it? Is that even a real black eye?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Which sent Jaime into a coughing fit as his attempt to laugh conflicted with his attempt to hide the evidence. It was hard to deny accusations of deceit when you couldn't breathe.

[heromaniac]

A small grin playing on her face, Momoko folded her arms and turned to sit patiently and wait for him to breathe again. She was watching closely to see if any make-up around his eye started to run. Unless he used the really good stuff, but that was kind of expensive, and if he wasn't willing to borrow her shoes, he probably wouldn't even know to buy waterproof make-up.

[weldedtomyspine]

He finally managed to get himself under control and shot Momoko a puppy dog look. "Would I lie?" he asked, trying to look innocent.

[heromaniac]

"Yes." Momoko nodded emphatically, despite the puppy eyes. "But just to be on the safe side..."

She turned away from him for a moment and pinched her cheeks hard, causing her eyes to water. When she looked back at him, she had her best fake crying face on. "Jaime? Are you really hurt?" Her voice was soft and trembly and FULL of concern.

[weldedtomyspine]

"That's cheating!" Jaime accused, eyes widening in panic. "No cheating!"

But... it was too late. She'd already unleashed the wibbly powers on him and his shoulders sagged in defeat. "It's a real bruise, Momoko. Here, take a look." He set the ice pack to the side so she could examine his eye.

[heromaniac]

"I win!" Momoko chuckled as she leaned in. "Ah. It looks like it should really hurt." She reached a finger out, but didn't actually touch it. "I really am sorry! Have you been to the clinic to make sure it's okay? The real one, not the one that was in the rec room."