The Raven and The Crow

[Sigma Morgan]

Raven was resting in her home with a brace on her wrist after hurting it in her debut match. Raven had a talk with a girl she almost had an argument with over twitter but decided to take things to dm's and invite the woman over and having dinner and talking considering Raven felt the two were similar and it just felt like she wanted to see her face to face. The black haired woman put her feet up on the couch and turned the tv on wondering if Louise would even show up as she scrolled through the channels.

[MidMorii]

Louise didn't exactly want to visit some know-it-all cunt that pissed her off on Twitter, but ever since she threw away all her money to booze and strippers, she's gone broke. She hadn't eaten much of anything in days, so at the very least, she could get a free meal from her visit, she thought, standing outside of her doorstep. She knocked lazily on the wooden door, yawning as she waited for a response.

[Sigma Morgan]

Raven couldn't find anything interesting to watch on the TV when she heard a knock on her door and slowly got up and walked over and opened it to see a woman who looked like the one she argued with on twitter. "Hello, I'm guessing you're Louise?" Raven asked slowly letting the woman inside before closing the door and getting a good look at her, "Would you like a drink?" Raven offered leaning against the wall and trying to be polite despite there earlier disagreements which Raven already brushed off.

[MidMorii]

"Huh, you look even dorkier than you do on Twitter. Guess I had nothing to be afraid of," Louise remarked, rudely limping past Raven—bumping her shoulder into her purposely, "Though, we're both injured, so it doesn't matter much—unless you want to have a crippled fight?"
She had her iconic sinister smirk on, sweet but intimidating when put side by side with her cold, blood-scarlet pupils. She completely ignored Raven's offer of a drink, still untrusting of her as she plunged carelessly on her couch.

[Sigma Morgan]

Raven rolled her eyes at Louise's insult and became annoyed as the woman purposely bumped her shoulder but noticed the woman's limp right before Louise mentioned both our injuries. Raven returned the cold dead look into Louise's eyes but without a smile, Raven looked cold and near emotionless outside of a bit of obvious annoyance for several moments before she watched Louise limp her way to the couch with Raven following behind and sitting on the opposite side. "So how did you hurt your leg" Raven asked plainly in an attempt to make conversation.

[MidMorii]

"Kicked Renee Steinhauser's ass—took my leg down with her," Louise replied, staring blankly at the static television; she hadn't even budged an inch to look in Raven's direction.
Seemingly exhausted from said match, she laid her head back on the couch and rubbed the bandaid on her left cheek; there were always a few throughout her body. On the outside, she didn't seem too interested in the girl sitting beside her, but she did subtly bring attention to her bruises, knowing it could eliminate the awkwardness between them.
At any rate, she didn't have much of a choice to leave since she was kicked from her mansion house, and she was partially putting her hopes in the idea that Raven would potentially invite her to stay over. Then again, she was too stubborn to put on a soft girl act. Raven either had to accept her for who she was or kick her out, the latter being the more realistic option. Hopefully, she could spark a conversation that put her on the right track in spite of her foul attitude.

[Sigma Morgan]

Raven heard Louise telling her how she hurt her leg and Raven shrugged. "I got to admit I never heard of who this Renee bitch is" Raven said glancing at Louise seeing her rub the band aid on her cheek and Raven looked her head to toe, she was kind of cute but it a bratty sense as she realized Louise was trying to subtly mention to the bruises. "If you want there is an ice pack or two in the freezer" Raven said plainly realizing Louise wanted some kind of help but was obviously way to stubborn to ask for it. 'Also here, pick something to watch, its beats staring at a blank screen" Raven added offering her stubborn guest the television remote and hopefully breaking the ice between the two a bit more.

[MidMorii]

Louise's cheeks casually reddened, not having heard much genuine kindness from anyone in a while. Raven seemed like a bitch, but a nice one at that. She nodded, walking into her kitchen to get an ice pack and sit back down. She placed it over her cheek, her wounds occasionally aching like it was now.
"I've never watched television before, though I love horror films if that helps," she muttered, frustrated that a moment without being vulgar made her seem weak. She knew for sure that she was her real self, but after her match with Renee ended, she couldn't help but feel like she had signs of her mask of a shy and kind girl. Maybe it wasn't just a mask. Nonetheless, she was happy being this crude, sadistic woman. It was the anger and reality building beneath her jobber past.
To an extent, she hoped Raven would give Louise something to burden her life for a while. Fuck it if she had no involvement with Raven or her problems, long as she had some more faces to beat in and reason to run towards something.

[Sigma Morgan]

Raven watched as Louise's face turned red and walked to the fridge for an ice pack. Raven listened to Louise's mutters to which Raven rolled her eyes and shook her head and turned the smart TV to paramount plus and put the movie Scream on the TV before turning her attention back to Louise. "You do realize you can drop the tough girl act around me right? That and you suck as hiding how much you're hurting, come on show me so I can take a look at it and make sure you're fine" Raven said with a small barely noticeable smile while sliding a few inches closer to Louise wanting to show her that it was ok to talk and ask for help if she needed it.

[MidMorii]

"What the fuck? This isn't an act; this is who I am," she shouted, shoving Raven away. She tries to stand up from the couch but incidentally slips on her injured leg and whimpers on the floor. She holds her knee, biting her lip in pain. She didn't see any flaws with her tough exterior. The loss of her parents naturally hardened her, along with having to raise, basically, a child all on her own. She didn't need pity nor anyone's mercy inside and outside of the ring. She had managed to survive enough beatings from her old neighborhood's schoolgirls to eventually be able to take on a group of them. She wasn't going to be treated any differently now.