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.

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[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."

[weldedtomyspine]

"You win for making me feel bad?" Jaime wibbled. Except he wasn't nearly as good at it as Momoko is. "You mock my pain? And say I'm a liar?"

The more he talks the harder a time he has keeping a straight face.

[heromaniac]

She knew he wasn't serious and pretended to think a moment.

"Hmmm. Yep!" Momoko laughed and reached over to grab an oreo off the plate. She twisted it open and offered him half. With icing. "Cookie?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime let his eyes widen hopefully. "You're giving me the icing side?" HOW GENEROUS! A SIGN OF TRUE FRIENDSHIP!

[heromaniac]

"Well, I did punch you in the eye. It's the least I can do!" Really. It was. "Plus if I gave you a whole one you'd eat it wrong again." She grinned innocently and bit into her plain side.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Would not!"

He totally would.

Still, this time he licked the icing off before munching on the cookie. "Maybe I should get black eyes more often if they result in cookies," he mused."