#slccpover.

he shouldn't have done it . he could have driven right by . right by the restaurant , and right by the man's place . and yet , he is standing here outisde his door , with a bag of food . what if he doesn't like a normal burger , or prefers mozzarella cheese to cheddar on his burgers ? or onions - you know , this was a mistake . he returns to grab the bag from where he had left it at his door step . yet , he lingers still . maybe he should just knock and hand it over . but then that could be a gross overstep - maybe the night before wasn't brought up in the texts earlier because kent didn't want to bring it up . he awkwardly hangs between the steps and the door , staring at the bag with a heavy sigh . then holding his breath , then another sigh . " you bloody - you're an idiot . just leave - no , you're not leaving a random burger , that's just weird . " he's muttering to himself , while figners are making confetti of the brown paper sac .

there was no keeping the athlete from the ice , even as pain coursed through his body with every skate and drill he had himself doing . unable to finish a game , blame was put on his shoulders despite the team finishing with a win . he had found his way back to the rink not long after being released from the medic . bruised , physically and his ego , but it doesn't stop him from lacing up his skates and losing all sense and track of time . his shoulder and hip where he had taken the force of the boards throb as though he was being throwned into the walls all over again . he is too caught up to hear , or see , any one else enter the rink .

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING . i hope your birthday and all days are as wonderful as you are . <3 ( @slccpover )

petite frame bulldozes through bodies , a force to be reckoned with as she seeks out the fighter . " move . " words get thrown up like elbows do as she manuevers between the crowd until she finally sets her eyes on him . any handy work previously done during the week is entirely undone , obvious by the way scarlet stains his skin , she doesn't even have to put eyes on the actual stitches . or , now , lack thereof . " beau , " sugar , it nearly comes out . but this is not the place . but the word , though unspoken aloud , is evident in her gaze that is soft on the man . before she reaches out like she wants to , penelope's tiny stature turns and once again , commands those around her . " everyone out . now . " with strangers clearing the room , penelope turns all her focus onto the fighter . once the door clicks shut and the silence of an otherwise empty room settles , worry pours from her . delicately , she takes his face in doll hands and blue eyes are round . " sugar , this could have been . . . " deadly . thumb caresses over cheekbone , dragging red paint with it . but she doesn't say it , instead she simply shakes her head with a soft sigh . " all my pretty stitches , you just had to undo them , didn't you ? " ( @slccpover )

" so . you're mikey . "

" you know . . . most guys barely even dish out uber money for the drive home , let alone cooking breakfast . you're gonna have me thinking i'm special , duke . "