Villains and Heroes (One on One) (Closed)

(are you dead blue)

"Your grandma's cane?" He chuckles a little. "Didn't know a granny could hit that hard." He starts to help her out, his eyes on her wounds.

"Well, it - it wasn't my grandma - it's a long story. Anyway." Marlene cringed when he wrapped the bandages tight.
(I'm switching the hip would to a waist would. Him bandaging her hip skin would be awkward.)

Yep//

"Oh…" He smiles a little as he sings with the song on the radio, "Tell me if I'm hurting you, oui?" He asks, noticing her wince.

"You're not." Marlene lied. He finished off the bandages. "And there's one more, here." She lifted her shirt a little to reveal a large bruise with a bit of cracked skin and blood on her waist.

He blinks, staring at the wound… "Merde…" he mutters quietly before looking at her. "The rubbing alcohol is gonna sting a little." he says, "But I gotta clean the cut."

"Eh, it's alright. I've had worse." She shrugs, yet braces herself for the sting. "And also, what does Merde mean?"

"Uh… Shit in french… Sorry. It's kind of a habit…" he mutters, "I used to live in France before I moved here." he says, carefully cleaning the wound.

"Oh - really?" Marlene cringes as the alcohol hits her. "I cuss in Latin. It proves well for all of the snooty Spanish people. You know them. Everyone knows at least one." She explains, looking down at him.
Wait a second, he's rubbing my waist. May not be his actual hand, but still! She took a deep breath and calmed herself.

(are you dead, blue?)

He chuckles, "Haha. There are plenty of snobby french, I can tell you that." He says, laughing a little.

"I don't doubt it. They seem like the snobby type. 'Jem'apple monsieur baguette!'" Marlene mimicks in her best snooty tone.

Antoine bursts out laughing, "You sound like my old French teacher."

"I thought you already knew French," Marlene laughed along with him.

"My french teacher in France. Like you already have an English teacher, even though you speak english?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

(sorry I died)
"Oh, I get it now. That's interesting. Isn't it really called language arts though?" Marlene laughed. "Why are we talking about this again?" She barely noticed the stinging pain of the alcohol anymore.

(Don't we all)
"Mainly due to the fact that I swore in French." He laughs, gently wrapping her waist.

"Maybe I could teach you some Latin swearing. And you could teach me French. Then we'd be - bilingual." The wraps hurt, but Marlene knows she needs it, or else she's going to a hospital, so she doesn't protest.

He nods, laughing a little. "That would be fun." He chuckles and leans back. "You're good." Antoine says, smiling.

"Good at what, exactly?" Marlene was smiling, raising an eyebrow.

"As in you're good to go." He laughs, "The doctor has released you."

"Oh." Marlene blushed just a little bit. "Okay then." She sat. "I am craving for corndogs. You know how to make homemade corndogs?"

"Nope." he shrugs, "Never have." he says, laughing lightly.

"Really? It's easy." Marlene opened the fridge and pulled out a sausage, bread crumbs, eggs, and a skewer. Laying them out on a counter and began to work.

He watches her curiously as he begins to boil water for tea.

After dipping the sausage in whipped egg, Marlene rolled it in bread crumbs until it was covered. She laid it on its side on a pan and slid it into the oven. She turned to Antione.
"That karate class is getting really extreme. It's hurting you…a lot. Too much. Maybe you should quit."

"nah. I like it. Keeps me on my toes." he hums, "Besides, I was in a street fight, remember?" He points to his waist.

"Like I'll believe that. You're hardly the type who gets into street fights." Marlene looked at him scrunctinizingly.

"Uh huh? I'm tougher than I look." he throws a few fake punches at her before chuckling and preparing his tea.

"Hmmm. I don't put too much faith in that. Besides, you work at the Walmart nearest campus. No gangs in that area, no way." Marlene's eyebrow went higher.