He stopped at a gas station after a failed mission to get some hot chocolate to cheer himself up. He paid for it and stepped out before taking a sip. “Oh shit. It actually tastes like hot chocolate instead of steamed water.”

⠀ ⠀ has scars x kisses scars ⠀

<— Playing five-finger fillet, only to ram the knife into his ring finger... Now yelling in pain.

“Nah, a bit younger than that. I started kicking ass fresh out of high school.” He’s back to observing the pair, weirdos. “I remember one time when the OG Hank landed in Newgrounds… ugh, he slaughtered his way back home. I’d know, since I was the one who greeted him.”

“It truly wouldn’t be a meeting with a bad guy without a death threat, right? It’s okay, not the first time someone wants to poke at my brain.” He’s much more relaxed, how odd. “You know what? I’ll cave. What do you need me to do?”

“… no? You only have his DNA, so it’d be more like twins if anything. Twins born at different times.” At least he paid attention to that unit during school.

//: my return to the ginger

. . . you good❓

Is it a regular headache or one of those magical ones? I have some Advil in the medicine cabinet.

Eh… I’d offer some kisses, but I got a feeling those won’t work either. Want to try the Advil first?

[He nodded, rising from the couch and running off to retrieve the medicine and a bottle of water.] We only have two capsules left, so you'd better hope they work. [The ginger placed the pills onto her hand and held the water bottle out to her.]

Sometimes, I only take them when taking a nap doesn't work out. [Head leaning against her shoulder.] Do you… want to do something? I’m down for whatever.

//: 🥺👋👋

He scratched his head, then shrugged. “Go for it, just don’t expect it to be all nice and tidy. I’m a damaged man, after all.” Grinning at the higher power.

A hiss left the ginger as he felt the burn, but decided to ease up and close his eyes, inhaling and exhaling to relax. “Like a massage…”