There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
WHO: Betty Ross and Bruce Banner
WHERE: Bruce's Labpartment
WHEN: Monday eaaarly AM
WARNINGS: Probably swearing, likely nakedness in a lab and probably people getting stuck with needles.
SUMMARY: Losing what you only just got comfortable with sucks.
FORMAT: Quicklog!
[Betty's awake at 2:31 in the morning. She feels... off, and not just because she's been squished against Bruce on the double futon he has the gall to call a bed. She's slipped out of Bruce's arms, leaving him to snore like a moving dump truck while she goes to the bathroom and wets her face. It is way, WAY, too quiet in her own head. She mutters at the mirror, rubbing her neck and idly examining the bruises Bruce added to her shoulders and collarbone earlier.]
All this time with your underlying commentary and NOW you shut up?
[.....wait. Three hours since she got them probably and minor bruises are still that visible?]
...what the hell?
WHERE: Bruce's Labpartment
WHEN: Monday eaaarly AM
WARNINGS: Probably swearing, likely nakedness in a lab and probably people getting stuck with needles.
SUMMARY: Losing what you only just got comfortable with sucks.
FORMAT: Quicklog!
[Betty's awake at 2:31 in the morning. She feels... off, and not just because she's been squished against Bruce on the double futon he has the gall to call a bed. She's slipped out of Bruce's arms, leaving him to snore like a moving dump truck while she goes to the bathroom and wets her face. It is way, WAY, too quiet in her own head. She mutters at the mirror, rubbing her neck and idly examining the bruises Bruce added to her shoulders and collarbone earlier.]
All this time with your underlying commentary and NOW you shut up?
[.....wait. Three hours since she got them probably and minor bruises are still that visible?]
...what the hell?