Drabble 96

Finished 5:42.

Blue was in Raven's kitchen, holding an icepack to his neck. “That really wasn't necessary, you know,” he snapped at Raven, who was sat across the table from him.

“And yet, it was still funny,” he replied, not bothering to look up.

“Yeah, well, it makes you a dick,” Blue spat. “Hey, how do we have ice, anyway? There's no freezers, and it's summer. By all rights this should just be water.”

“Don't question the internal logic, Blue, you'll just hurt yourself,” raven told him, idly turning a page in his book and putting his feet up on the table.