MHA #2 | Wednesday

[knife_bender]

Diego and Annie had gotten back pretty late last night and immediately flopped into bed. They were both covered in bruises, Diego had a concussion and Annie had emotionally been put through the wringer. They were due for some actual sleep. 

It was later than usual when Diego managed to get out of bed, and shuffle out to get coffee from the kitchen, still limping slightly from being thrown around by Stormfront. He had gotten a mug out of the cabinet and was half-turned towards the coffee machine when he noticed a bald lady mannequin sitting at his kitchen table.

"Oh, Jesus!" And now there was a broken mug on the floor. Thanks, Dolores.

[Creepy mannequin girlfriend modded with permission. Post is open for people wanting to check in on Diego and/or Annie]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had been struggling with her sleep for weeks now, but between exhaustion and knowing that things were actually going to be okay, maybe, she'd been out cold pretty much since her head had hit the pillow last night.

Which meant she was slightly groggy when she came shuffling out to see what was wrong, one eye still shut as she held a hand out in front of her in case she had to blast someone.

God, please don't make her blast someone.

"What's wrong?" she asked blearily.

[apocalypsehow]

Well, Diego had wanted to know more about him, hadn't he?

So there was Dolores.

Five didn't knock like a normal person, instead, he teleported into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee before going to check on the pair. "You both look like shit."