Homestar smiled wide and picked up his phone between his left big toe and the one next to it. "Looklooklook are you looking?" He asked the other. Strong Bad smirked and huffed out a bit of air through his nose in a soft chuckle. " 'course I am." He affirmed. It had been a few weeks, (or maybe over a month? Oh how time flew...) and Homestar's skills had improved quickly. "Oh my gosh. I'm gonna text you, don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook."
Strong Bad turned his head away, rolling his eyes and pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Sure enough the phone started to buzz and he pulled up the message. He supressed a chuckle as he read over it. Way too many emoticons: typical, and the only text was 'Ya prouda me?!'. Strong Bad looked up to an overly eager smile. He narrowed his eyes a bit, but was smiling. "Seriously?" He rhetorically inquired.
Homestar was gushing with pride, unable to hide his grin. He was just on the verge of looking more like a puppy expectant of praise than a dork, but Strong Bad knew better. Homestar read Strong Bad's response as reluctant agreement, and he looked pleased in a less childish and more self centered way. "Yeah, it's pwetty cool~" He huffed pompously.
Strong Bad put away his phone, propping his feet on the ledge that held the mattress of the hospital bed. He wasn't bound to the room anymore, and was home more often than not, but it was here that Homestar had a one stop shop to rehabilitation classes (which he'd done for the day), general medical records on his progress, and a medication to keep his healing shoulders from getting infected.
Strong Bad spoke up. "Welp, let's head out. I usually love loitering, but hospitals are one of those deliquent acts protection zones for everybody who's not a prick." Homestar nodded, trying to put his phone in his pocket fruitlessly, until Strong Bad did the job himself. "Don't break a joint, geez. I guess this is the best facility for breaking yourself, but it's still ill advised."
Homestar giggled and nodded, standing. "Yeah, let's go." Strong Bad walked Homestar back to his house, and just as he was going to turn away and head back to his own home, Homestar stopped him. "Wait...! Do you wanna hang out at my house today?" He asked, shyly running his shoe in circles on the linolium. He looked like a middle school girl who was having a boy over at her house for the first time.
Strong Bad arched an eyebrow. "Marzipan's not at your place tonight?" He asked to make sure Homestar didn't invite him in for a hippy dippy night of a vegan dinner and a cursing free zone because we're all flower children-...ugh. Homestar shook his head, smiling back at him, so Strong Bad cautiously stepped into the foyer. Homestar smiled wide and worked his shoes off with his heels.
"Marzi's out at an event with Strong Sad. I think she said it was a music concewt? She wouldn't be over anyway. We got in a fight and she bwoke up with me again." Strong Bad sighed, shaking his head. "You know that's not healthy, right?" Homestar swallowed hard, something on his mind. "Yeah...but I have to." He stated simply, his lips curled into a weak smile.
Strong Bad scoffed out a laugh, making his way over to the kitchen, grabbing some Melonade before sitting next to Homestar on the couch. "You don't have to at all. Sorry to tell you this, but Marzipan's kind of plain. There are so many hotter girls that would treat you better than she does. No shame in stretching your horizon until you find a smoking hot lady who loves every word you say."
Homestar was glad that the guy his friendship with was once shaky was someone comfortable enough to give him some serious advice. "Thanks, but, I guess I just have something to pwove. Marzipan's kind of conservative. Ever since we were little she conditioned me to only puwsue her to change me, really, because she knew I don't like girls like that." Strong Bad's Melonade spilled everywhere.