Does anyone ever just
‘Well, um…Anyone around? I don’t bite…hard.’
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“No idea,” he said with a shrug. “Low blood sugar probably.” He knew that with the sudden onset, however, his blood sugar likely wasn’t the culprit. With a grunt, he stood, swaying dangerously in place.
“Look, buddy, I ain’t no doctor, but you look like crap…” Dante spoke bluntly, as he rose a brow, “Maybe you outta get some food in ya? Pizza, or even a good sundae maybe?” The devil was not sure what this guy’s problem was, or who he even was, but still… It wasn’t everyday some guy just dropped at his feet.
He checked his fingers for blood and shook his head. “Tender, but not bleeding.”
Gently, Dante reached both hands up, and began to brush the dust off the man in front of him, “Good! Glad you didn’t split your skull open. What made you faint, anyway?”
“Next time, how ‘bout you try knockin’?”
“I just got out of the damn shower, don’t get your panties in a wad.”
Happy belated Mothers day.
Love you mom. <3
// It’s that time of night where I’m so totally tired, and utterly destroyed that I find myself slipping into a coma-like sleep… And then wake up 5 hours later. WELP. Off to bed!
He lay there for several seconds before finally sitting up with a groan, rubbing at the back of his head.
“You OK, pal? You just kinda smacked your head against that pavement there… You bleedin’?”
// Oh, of course, darling! *hugs* But, however… I do believe I’m going to hit the sack so hard I’ll give myself a concision… Sweet dreams, love.