Outside 33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday Evening

[olympian_herc]

Hercules could have walked straight home from getting groceries. It was too short of a walk for him, especially when the cool air was refreshing against the skin of his face and exposed arms. It was possibly not a great idea for him to have been walking about in a tight t-shirt and jeans, but he'd felt too warm otherwise

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[hotceltogoth]

A few moments later, Ronan was stepping outside and running down to the sidewalk. "Need some help?" he asked, already crouching down to start picking up Hercules' groceries.

... Admittedly, his swift response was due to the fact that he'd been staring out the window at the tightly-clothed hunk walking down the street, but details.

[olympian_herc]

"Do you have any bags?" Hercules said, trying to figure out how to carry multiple apples in his hands. He'd have to learn how to juggle, he decided. In the next minute. Otherwise he had nothing.

He paused a moment, getting a good look at Ronan.

"You're the man who told me to get new clothes," he said, remembering the face.

[hotceltogoth]

"Yeah, I've got some cloth bags in the what?"

Beat. Someone didn't remember Reality Show Weekend.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ronan grinned through his confusion, his eyes raking up and down Herc's body. "Really, the clothes you're wearing look perfectly good to me."

[olympian_herc]

Hercules chuckled. "You must not remember," he said. "You were possibly under the influence of something. Or, we all were. One of those mind-altering things."

He set down the apples and stood back up. "Where is the what you are keeping the bags in?" he asked, smirk on his face.