Five hours later...

[gifted_guy]

What the fuck? What the FUCK? He’s Remus. He’s a friend. He’s in a serious relationship. And oh yeah, he’s a guy! A boy. With a penis. Oh shit, don’t think about it. And don’t think about him. Or his lips. How his lips felt. No. This is wrong. He’s a he. And dating. But it’s Remus. Sweet Remus. Working Remus. Fucking gorgeous Remus. Shit.What the

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[snakesintheeyes]

What the- might as well bleed into the sink instead of all over the floor, don't you think?

[gifted_guy]

I'll clean it up later.

[snakesintheeyes]

...You don't look too busy right now.

[gifted_guy]

It may surprise you Rosier, that some people can spend their time actually thinking.

[snakesintheeyes]

And you're not the least bit alarmed that the floor is red, because thinking is more important?

I'm surprised you haven't passed out already.

[gifted_guy]

I'm not getting up untill everything's right in my mind. I'll be fine, though your concern is touching

[snakesintheeyes]

Why is your hand bleeding in the first place?

[gifted_guy]

None of your fucking buisness

[snakesintheeyes]

*lifts one foot off the floor* It is when I've got your blood on my shoe.

[gifted_guy]

I would've thought that would be usual for someone like you

[snakesintheeyes]

I watch where I step, Cresswell. Didn't think I would walk into the washroom and get blood on my shoe.

[gifted_guy]

You also watch where you kick. Beaten up any more muggles recently?

[snakesintheeyes]

Perhaps. It's not like they're bleeding on your shoe.

[gifted_guy]

You disgust me

[snakesintheeyes]

What're you going to do, bleed on me some more?

[gifted_guy]

*staggers to his feet* Fuck you.