[Team Four] Tub
This wasn't what I started to write, but I have no time to finish it. Have a snippet from a wip instead.
“Don’t worry about me,” Pete says after a long moment of silence. Pete is still seated in the empty bathtub, Porsche is balancing on the lip of the tub after cleaning Pete’s wounds, eyes not leaving the red cuts on Pete’s chest.
Porsche is furious. It’s too easy to tell, Pete thinks as he watches Porsche crumple up Pete’s old bandages in his hands, knuckles turning white. Pete’s cuts are scabbing, so the Theerapanyakul’s in-house doctor had given him the green light to take a bath, as long as he didn’t soak for too long. The doctor had given Pete a long, strict look. She hadn’t believed Pete and his dog story either. An actor, Pete was not. Not for this.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” Porsche mutters, throwing the bandages in the bin by the toilet. Pete looks up at him, blinking. Porsche rolls his eyes, but the affection in his eyes is easy to see, easy to soak up. An actor, Porsche was not.
Pete opens his mouth, but the words aren’t coming, sticking to his tongue, his lips.
Porsche starts to fill the tub, the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows.
alchemicink, you're up! <3
“Don’t worry about me,” Pete says after a long moment of silence. Pete is still seated in the empty bathtub, Porsche is balancing on the lip of the tub after cleaning Pete’s wounds, eyes not leaving the red cuts on Pete’s chest.
Porsche is furious. It’s too easy to tell, Pete thinks as he watches Porsche crumple up Pete’s old bandages in his hands, knuckles turning white. Pete’s cuts are scabbing, so the Theerapanyakul’s in-house doctor had given him the green light to take a bath, as long as he didn’t soak for too long. The doctor had given Pete a long, strict look. She hadn’t believed Pete and his dog story either. An actor, Pete was not. Not for this.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” Porsche mutters, throwing the bandages in the bin by the toilet. Pete looks up at him, blinking. Porsche rolls his eyes, but the affection in his eyes is easy to see, easy to soak up. An actor, Porsche was not.
Pete opens his mouth, but the words aren’t coming, sticking to his tongue, his lips.
Porsche starts to fill the tub, the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows.
alchemicink, you're up! <3