“HULK SAW THAT.” Shouts with cupped hands.

Taking a bite out of a gigantic watermelon, eating it like it’s an apple.

Should he flick some more people? Maybe he’ll flick some more people.

Tugging gently on ‘LENA.’s earlobe.

Slow wave. “Hi, friend.”

Shifty eyes, all of a sudden feeling guilty — His shoulders slump a bit as a result. “Watching..” Then he notices her limp. And points. “Why walk funny?”

“Liaaaaar.” He makes a snobby little face, like a child. Can she stand on her own, or..? “Hm? Hulk not acting funny.” He shakes his head from left to right.

Lets out a hearty, dumb chuckle. Thoroughly amused by such behavior, the oaf that he is. So much so that, after recoiling, he goes in again for another attempt.

The sharp turnaround is enough to freeze him, stern tone in her voice causing eyebrows to lift in surprise. Then, what ensues next is rather unexpected, he 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨. Doe eyes soften, shoulders doing the same, as do his big ears. He yells back. “Why not!”

Aimlessly swatting at a fly.

Cracking a bunch of knuckles.

“Hulk no act funny — you are.” He turns it back onto her, then, the jade giant slowly but surely sauntering closer, the ground nearly quaking with every footstep taken. Then, she receives a poke to the shoulder. “Funnnnny.”

Wipes nose.

Spooooky.

Coughs.

Plopping down onto the couch beside 𝒥. 𝒟rew, holding an Incredible Hulk teddy bear.

Adjusts glasses.

Y a w n.

Tinkering with some lab equipment, he yawns.

Pouncing on top of 𝒥. 𝒟rew, still snoozing away in bed. “Wake uuuup!”