𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 | the boys 1

xi. 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

~𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚, 𝙎𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣~

This place was rather pleasant in the daylight. From where she was sat, Rowan could see The Female sat in the corner of the room next door, staring at her with hair brushed over her face. Frenchie was close by, cooking for her in an attempt to coaxe out words. M.M. sat next to her, digging through this heavy duty first aid box since she was still, technically, bleeding quite heavily. When Butcher got back from picking up Hughie, they were due to start leaving for something called the Believe Expo.

Watching him carefully rip off a few band aids from the pack, Rowan inquired,"So why is it that men cook for rogue females, then?" She understood both her and The Female had been extreme in those circumstances, but it was starting to seem like some sort of trope.

"Just food, ain't it?" He shrugged,"It's the universal language." M.M. went back to laying out the cotton wool and disinfectant on a piece of kitchen roll, perfectly straightened and spaced out, of course. "It's what they do in the movies."

"I wouldn't know." She scoffed, unscrewing the lid of this clear bottle and soaking a cotton pad with the knock-out chemicals. Rowan let out a small wince as it burned the skin around her forehead wound. The sting caught her off-guard somewhat, prompting her to hold it away for a second and reach for her mug, wedged between her aching knees. She took out one of the ice cubes, subconsciously let it glide across her lips for a moment, and finally bit down on it, using the numbing cold as a stimulant.

"You good there?" M.M. finally spoke, he'd been watching her the whole time.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head.

"You just seem to know what you're doing." He observed.

"Well, I should think so."

He threw the bandage roll back into the box and exclaimed,"And you still fucking let me get everything out for you?"

Rowan's teeth sunk through the ice as she giggled impishly,"Yeah, well, I'll owe you or something." She noted the equipment in impeccable size order and absent-mindedly stated,"Jeez, you really like things neat - what's with that?"

M.M. paused what he was doing to glance over at the room next door, before silently beginning to pack away the emergency box, leaving out whatever she would need.

"I guess you just like to know where things are." She said a bit quieter, reaching for a plaster to apply.

"I guess so." He agreed for now, matching her hushed volume.

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"Yeah, but not, like, in there, in there... right?" Rowan hesitantly furrowed her brows as they pulled up into the Believe Expo. It seemed their introduction to a lot of venues began with her complaining about them.

Butcher turned to look at her, with an inquisitive expression,"What is it with that?" He asked vaguely.

"Why don't you ask M.M.? He seems kinda keen on the idea of me being a socio, ain't that right?" She called to the drivers seat.

He defended instantly,"I never said that, specifically!"

"Oh, sorry, the traits are just there." She mocked.