Honestly, Matt was really beginning to get used to getting kicks, punches and all forms of that kind of affection around there. More than that, he was beginning to accept them as a kind of loving reaction to his face. Or so he told himself to avoid thinking too much about the pain. The constant ass-kicking, though, was starting to turn out to be a good practice for his reflexes. Not that he actually was able to avoid that ridiculously impossible kick to the face, but it was practice, nevertheless. At least he'd know to cover his face next time he spotted her a million miles away or something of the sort.
He felt a hot pain shooting all around his face and immediately felt the blood pour out of his nose, flying backwards and hit hard with his back against the not-so-further-away wall behind him. He 'oufed' and slid down it, rubbing his pretty badly hurt chin with the back of his hand, before holding that broken nose of his, trying really hard to stop the tears.
God damn, that fucking hurt.
"Aw, why so grave?", he asked with that characteristic smirk of his, standing up slowly, a nasally voice because of the bleeding nose he had a hand over, "You should at least say hello like that with a little smile, lovebuns."