Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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"Don't make fun of me." Westly mumbled to his comment, "So what, I'm short." He continued mumbling, as the other came close to him he flinched, "D-Don't touch me!" He screamed pulling his wrist away, he froze for a moment and then it sunk in, "N-No wait... I-I didn't mean it like that... I-I..." He stopped and looked at Cian, "Yeah... I need to be more careful. The bathroom is over there, I'm not sure it has a medical kit in it though, we've never really needed one. It might though." He said getting quieter as he went on, "Don't worry about the hand though, we should pick up the glass." He said starting to pick up pieces of glass, "I'm sorry I yelled at you." He mumbled quietly.
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Shiz man didn't see it hold on)
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Cian was shockingly calm to being yelled at. "Okay, I'll go look for a medical kit. Or something like that. If not, I can just rip off part of my sleeve and wrap it around your hand." Cian said with a shrug, heading off to the bathroom. He was slightly offended at being yelled at, but didn't say much about it. He would bottle up those emotions until later. Cian's first friend didn't need to see him so sensitive or angry. No, that wouldn't be alright at all. He turned the corner into the bathroom, and began searching through the cabinet for bandages- or something to use as a bandage. When he couldn't find any thing- He huffed, frustrated. Cian then began to search under the sink- And found some gauze and medical tape. Sure, it wasn't the best choice- But it would work.
Cian walked back over to the other male, his facial expression blank with seriousness. "Here." He said, grabbing the other's hand once again. "We have to clean it first- slow the bleeding." He scanned the area. "You got some blood on the floor and counter top, too, so we'll have to clean that too." Cian told him, swallowing hard. The boy went to the kitchen sink, grabbed a washcloth, and then wet it. He pressed it onto the boy's hand- As the pressure would help slow the bleeding. Cian looked up to Westly- managing a small smile with his lips, with his eyes pure with kindness and caring emotion. -
Westly looked at him and frowned slightly, "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I didn't mean to it just... I-I'm sorry don't be mad please." He said then flinch at the pressure at his hand and dropped the pieces of glass that was in his hand, "Yeah, we'll need to clean up a bit, I'm sorry." He said the last part quietly. Westly tried to smile at him, "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry! Please forgive me, I'll do anything just don't be mad at me, it'll make me feel bad. Wait that sounds selfish, I mean ugh. I'm sorry, Cian." He said upset.
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Cian snickered a little- Or at least, managed a snicker. He didn't answer Westly for a moment- Looking back to the boy's wounded hand. He blinked at it, taking to cloth off for a minute. It still bled, but it was sure was going down. 'I don't think it's deep enough to have to get stitches, hand wounds bleed a lot.' He thought to himself. Then his gray eyes looked back over to Westly, pressing the cloth back onto his hand. "No, I'm not mad." He said quietly, shrugging. "I haven't an idea why you snapped at me, though." Cian told him. "So I'm a little offended, and I'm sensitive. I'm not mad." Cian stated in a bored tone- Not really showing much emotion at all. "But yes," He said in a low tone, quiet, "I'm offended a bit, Westly." The Irish accent gently peaked into each and every one of his words, giving a gentle comedic touch.
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Westly watched Cian move around, he frowned and then shuttered, "That's a lot of blood ." He mumbled and flinched slightly as the cloth back onto his hand, "As long as you're not mad." He mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, its not that big of a deal." He said, "I didn't know you were sensitive like that and I didn't mean to offend you." He said more upset and the others voice wasn't helping Westly feel better, "I'm sorry, Cian... Please forgive me, don't be offended, please." He said practically begging him.
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Cian smiled widely at Westly's begging. 'It's kind of cute, the way he begs for forgiveness.' Cian thought to himself, causing his face to turn a mild pink. "I forgive you, Westly." He told him, his face brightening with a grin. 'He really should be more careful.' Cian thought, looking down to his hand. 'His shortness is cute too.' His face turned red with that thought. The Irish boy took the washcloth off of Westly's hand, then dried it with a dry towel. Cian then wrapped the hand in gauze, and sealed it with medical tape. "There you go, all done. I'll pick up the glass and clean the blood, you can just sit over there." Cian told him.
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"Really?" Westly asked happily and excited, he mentally questioned the color in the others cheeks, "You're awesome." He said happily he looked at Cian studying him slightly, "Are you feeling okay? Your face is red." He asked moving closer to him studying his face more, he looked down at his bandaged hand, "You are amazing~!" He exclaimed looking back at Cian, "This is so cool! How do you know how so do this? Its so cool, you're like a doctor!" He said happily, he closed and opened his hand a few times slowly and smiled at him happily, "Are you sure? Its not your mess, you don't have to clean it up." Westly said to him.
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Cian grinned a little at his words. "Yes, I'm fine." He said wish a shrug. "Just a little flustered at my own thoughts." The Irish boy managed a small chuckle, and began to lean over and pick up the shards of glass. "And yes, I'm sure. I don't want you hurting yourself again." For a few minutes, he cleaned in silence. This was until he broke it, of course. "And as for how I know this, let's just say I do my research~" He hummed, smirking.
After a while, Cian stood, done thoroughly cleaning. "There, it's all clean!" He beamed, happily and proud. "Now, what should we do?~" His thick, blond hair flopped to the other side as he tilted his head, in search of an answer. -
Westly chuckled and sat down where he was told to, "What were you thinking about?" He asked curious as he watched the other pick up the glass, "I wont hurt myself again, its not my fault about the glass," he huffed and stated like a child, "I just slipped its the counters fault! You don't have to treat me like a child." He huffed again, he enjoyed the awkward silence so he was just watching Cian. "Oh that's cool, its useful to know!" He said happily
Westly smiled as the other stood up, "Good job, Cian. Looks exactly like it did before, no glass." He said smiling, "I don't know, its up to you. I said I'd do anything you wanted." He said chuckling. -
Cian grinned a little at Westly, sitting next to him at the counter. "Well, I was quite a trouble maker in Ireland." The boy admitted, chuckling quietly to himself. His long, fair skinned fingers began to tap on the counter as Cian's glance shifted around the room. Cian looked back to Westly with a small smirk, "I don't know if I'll want to make that same reputation here or not." Cian told him. "Because I have about a thousand of ideas of what we could do- But they're all bad." Cian chuckled quietly. "So, your choice." He said, in a low tone. The light shone on the pale boy's face, reflecting a few small freckles hidden under his eyes and on the bridge of his nose. His hair looked like a true blond in the bright lighting- And his eyes were a pale, blue gray as he gazed at Westly.
Cian quietly marveled at how different him and Westly were- Appearance wise. Maybe it was because of the country difference? Were the genetics really all that different in the two countries? Cian had medium thick red-blond hair, and Westly had thick, dark brown hair. Cian had eyes like industrial steel, strong and stormy. Meanwhile, Westly had happier, anxious green eyes like the color of a summer day. Westly was tan, not pale. Cian was extremely pale with light freckles. Cian was tall, and Westly was a little bit shorter than himself. Not that any of it mattered, it was just interesting to Cian. -
Westly tilted his head a bit, "But if we don't get caught its okay... Right? And as long as its not too bad I guess its okay... So what do you have for ideas?" He asked although he was, to say the least, a bit afraid of the answer. His eyes shot around the room quiet quickly and he scratched his arm with one of his hands, he looked at Cian and chuckled quietly, "You have a lot of freckles, I just really noticed that. Its kind of cute actually," he said then he realized that that's might come across the wrong way, "I don't mean it like that but it its kind of." He said it getting smaller and smaller he looked up and smiled at him, "I'm weird, sorry." He said chuckling.
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"Well, one time I robbed a gas station with my friends in Ireland. That was pretty cool. Or we could play truth or dare, nice and safe." Cian chuckled at the remarks made by the other male about him being "cute." Cian blushed a little bit at the original compliment, managing a weak smile. "Yeah, yeah I get it. I'm adorable. I already know this, lovely." He teased, blowing a sarcastic kiss at the other male. Cian chuckled at himself, sitting back in the chair and cracking open the soda he was given earlier. He took a sip, grinning.
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