#( i: lasskickcr ; kayfabe ; v1: comforts )

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               He could stay, there was no doubt about that. Hell, he wanted to stay, really. But Roman knew that in about thirty minutes, Becky would be gaining the urge for some form of food and well, he was the one who went to buy her the food she wanted, she craved. And he had no problems doing so, he loved it, admittedly, but the woman in front of him, the small tease in front of him was coming forward with the most adorable pout and Roman knew, he just knew, he was going to let himself be distracted. Sure, her cravings were a nightly basis. And sure, this was a nightly ritual between them now, but it’s like neither of them learned, hilariously enough. “If I stay, ya can’t get mad at me for not having whatever food you crave later on t’night,” he teases lightly, leaning forward himself to respond to the woman’s kiss. / @lasskickcr originally posted this.

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               So many people were questioning him, trying to get to him - too many people, admittedly and Roman didn’t know what to do, the beginnings of a panic attack coming his way. It was something he hadn’t felt in so long, too long and he knew he needed to go somewhere private, someplace where there was no one to bother him, question him, ask him about his feelings on the match. Looking around wildly, it takes a few moments before Roman spots a clearing that leads into an open hallway, the lights muted. With a breath, he steels himself and stands up, rushing towards the clearing, relaxing when he makes it through and finds himself in the hallway, alone at last. 

               Grasping the wall, he wheezes slightly, eyes closing as the wound on his head re-opens a little and blood drips down his forehead. A small groan escapes from him as he slides down said wall, legs splaying out in front of him, head tilted back and eyes closing. Just for a few minutes, he thinks - just for a few minutes, he’ll sit here and rest and then he’ll get up and go face the crowd, and the people and the painstaking reminder of his failure. Rubbing his chest, letting out slow breaths, he frowns, hearing gentle footsteps coming towards his way, head turning to look towards them, surprise on his features when he notices Becky.

& @lasskickcr wanted a post mania thing.

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               The moment he had spotted the woman, he had known that he was doomed to his emotions towards her. Having been away for a few days had given Roman the clarity he truly needed when it came to Becky, and seeing her in front of him, all he had wanted to do was kiss her - which is why he wasn’t nearly as surprised as he should have been when she kissed him. Grinning after finally putting her down, Roman let’s out a small chuckle, staring at the Irish women reverently. “I think I have some idea,” he teases out. / @lasskickcr originally posted this.

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— SMS— Bex[ sent ] hey what was it you were craving? pickles or something else? i c an’t remeber.[ sent ] babe, the stores aren’t open so an answer asap – please tell me you didn’t fall back to sleep, Bex.  / @lasskickcr sent in this meme (rushed text + late night text). (selectively accepting)

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               Grasping onto his ribs, Roman sucks in a breath as he sits on a bench, letting the medical personnel look over him briefly, eyes cast downwards until he hears a voice coming from ahead of him. Not surprised to see Becky, he lets out a small smile towards the woman, shifting slightly. / @lasskickcr liked this sc.