Blue grit his teeth angrily and bent down to pick up the undershirt, crumpling it up in one hand, and chucking it at Vio. “Shuddup, asshole.” he sulked, flopping onto bed, glaring up at the ceiling. He could put clothes on… it was just the stupid sling that was getting in the way of everything! The blue hero turned his head to scowl at the purple one. “How long did the stupid doctor say anyways? I needa know when I can punch you again.”
"I am almost certain he said a few years," Vio said in the most serious voice he could muster. "Imagine all your pent up frustration at that point. Surely you will pop like a balloon before you are even remotely healed." Messing with Blue though was the best past time ever. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "And if you punch me now, you will only hurt yourself further by making foolish decisions," he taunted.
