SEE, WHAT HAPPENED WAS-
WHO: Emiliano and Jiwa
WHEN: January 22, late Saturday morning.
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Apparently, trying to hide the new bruises sustained after working out/a morning boxing session never goes well when the person you're trying to hide them from happens to be your girlfriend.
He could do it.
He could totally do it so long as everyone was either not home or still asleep.
He could totally waltz right in, grab his handy dandy cold compress from the freezer (and some of his handy dandy acetaminophen), lock himself in his room, and nurse his new bruises before hopping into the shower in order to get ready to meet Amelia.
It would all be fine so long as no one was in the living room to stop him before he had a chance to run to his bedroom and lock the door. But life was always risky, Emiliano knew this. He knew that there was still a slight chance of Penny, Lola, or, God forbid, Jiwa being in the living room the moment he opened the door. And it wasn't as though he hid the fact that he boxed from them or anyone else.
Emiliano just didn't want to deal with the guilt that came upon being found out - especially by his girlfriend.
Swallowing audibly, he hesitated outside of the apartment door. It didn't seem as though anyone was home. Penny probably had work and he was pretty sure Jiwa worked today as well. As for Lola. Well. She was either watching Saturday morning cartoons, asleep, or...doing whatever it was that Lola did with her free time.
Quickly, Emiliano dug around his pocket for his key before unlocking the door. Peeking his head inside, all that greeted Emiliano was nothing but silence. Cue a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he slid inside. Shrugging off his jacket, he draped it over the sofa before hurrying over to the kitchen to grab his compress.
Bruised and sore arms now exposed, Emiliano pressed his fingertips against his sides and let out a quiet hiss. Still tender. So, with his back turned to the living room, he proceeded to press the cold compress against his left arm.
...So far so good.
WHEN: January 22, late Saturday morning.
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Apparently, trying to hide the new bruises sustained after working out/a morning boxing session never goes well when the person you're trying to hide them from happens to be your girlfriend.
He could do it.
He could totally do it so long as everyone was either not home or still asleep.
He could totally waltz right in, grab his handy dandy cold compress from the freezer (and some of his handy dandy acetaminophen), lock himself in his room, and nurse his new bruises before hopping into the shower in order to get ready to meet Amelia.
It would all be fine so long as no one was in the living room to stop him before he had a chance to run to his bedroom and lock the door. But life was always risky, Emiliano knew this. He knew that there was still a slight chance of Penny, Lola, or, God forbid, Jiwa being in the living room the moment he opened the door. And it wasn't as though he hid the fact that he boxed from them or anyone else.
Emiliano just didn't want to deal with the guilt that came upon being found out - especially by his girlfriend.
Swallowing audibly, he hesitated outside of the apartment door. It didn't seem as though anyone was home. Penny probably had work and he was pretty sure Jiwa worked today as well. As for Lola. Well. She was either watching Saturday morning cartoons, asleep, or...doing whatever it was that Lola did with her free time.
Quickly, Emiliano dug around his pocket for his key before unlocking the door. Peeking his head inside, all that greeted Emiliano was nothing but silence. Cue a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he slid inside. Shrugging off his jacket, he draped it over the sofa before hurrying over to the kitchen to grab his compress.
Bruised and sore arms now exposed, Emiliano pressed his fingertips against his sides and let out a quiet hiss. Still tender. So, with his back turned to the living room, he proceeded to press the cold compress against his left arm.
...So far so good.