forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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“Dude, my face hurts like fuck.” He grunted. “I can’t believe I let that prick knock me around like I was his bitch.”

"Danny." Alex said in a slightly reprimanding tone. "I know. Just…" he sighed softly.

Danny shrunk back a tiny bit at the light scolding, but he quickly regained his normal standoffishness. “I’m fuckin’ serious, I’m not no fuckin’ hooker, Alex- he can’t just bang me around like that! Shoulda fuckin’ slashed him, but I didn’t, like a fuckin’ moron.”

Alex sighed. "Danny. If you had fucking slashed him, you might have gotten in a hell of a lot of trouble, and I think you know that." he said. He dampened the paper towels and started wiping at the blood on Danny's face.

Danny winced at the feeling of the paper towel on his bruised face. “Maybe. But he woulda- ow- learned his lesson.” He fidgeted with his hands.

"Yeah, at what cost? You could have been put in prison, Danny." he said, trying to be gentle. "You know how hard it is for felons to get any sort of real, good work? Especially…non-humans?" he bit his lip a little bit. "So you could have fucked up the entire rest of your life– just to teach one guy a lesson?"

“It’s funny how you, A- think I don’t fuckin’ know how hard it is to get a job, and B- think I honestly give a fuck. I’m sick and tired of bein’ treated like shit, dude! It’s fuckin’ exhausting!” He laughed sharply, something more incredulous and bitter than humorous. “Why the hell do you think I’m a musician? Yeah, sure, it’s somethin’ I love, but I can’t find a real fuckin’ job to line my damn wallet! My life is already fucked up, man, it’s not like I give a shit anymore.”

Alex winced slightly. "Sorry." he said quietly. He didn't meet Danny's eyes. "I just…fuck, I'm trying to help you, and that's really hard when you're fucking acting like this."

Danny gritted his teeth, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m just fuckin’.. fuckin’, uh- I’m really fuckin’ worked up. And I’m pissed. Thanks, man.. for.. for tryna help me. It’s nice.” He still had that same spitfire temper from high school, clearly. That hadn’t gone away- it probably never would, knowing Danny. He shifted, more than a little embarrassed by his actions.

Alex shrugged slightly. "Yeah, i can tell you are. And you're welcome. Now hold still." he replied. He had gotten most of the blood by now, and was trying to get the rest.

Danny held still the best that he could, but he couldn’t help but fidget or tap his toes or do whatever else he could to break up the tension building within him. He couldn’t help but jerk his head back when Alex was finished- he hated someone else having hands so close to his face.

He finished, and sat back, letting out a breath. "Okay. I'll get you some Neosporin for the bruising, alright?" he got up, and headed over to the bathroom. He came back with a tube of Neosporin.

“Thanks again. Uh- I can put the stuff on, right? It hurts enough, I really don’t want someone else’s hands on my face right now.”

He nodded, and held out the Neosporin. "Yeah, I get that." he replied. "Do you want anything else? Water, ice?"

“Water would be cool, man. Thanks. I think ice could help, but that’s if ya got it.” He dabbed the Neosporin on, wincing at his own exceedingly gentle touch.

"Alright." he got up, and got a bag of ice and a glass of water, bringing them back. "Here."

“You’re an angel. Thanks.” Danny held the ice to his face, letting out a slow, slow breath. “Lucky break you were there tonight, damn. Probably woulda fuckin’ ended up in the hospital if you weren’t there.”

He shrugged his shoulders, sitting down. "Mhm. Maybe so." he agreed with a slight shrug. "That or a jail cell."

“Hah.” Danny laughed softly, breathily. He looked tired. Well- he always did, with his dark circles and dead expression, but now moreso than ever. “Or a cemetery.” His laugh was quiet, but just as sharp and jolting as ever.

"Nah, they wouldn't have you in the ground yet." He replied, shaking his head. "Takes fucking forever to arrange a gravesite. Trust me, I've already had to arrange mine."

Danny snorted at that. “Who said it was an official cemetery? Some people get buried in dumpsters.” There it was again, that stupid, clownish grin. The one full of teeth and a sick sort of humor. “God, wish I had a fucken’ cig. Don’t even smoke, I just need to calm down so fuckin’ bad, man.”

Alex shrugged. "Yeah. I guess so?" He replied. "I mean…you're not wrong." He ran his hands through his hair. "Do you want something to chew on? Like a candy or something?"

“Faaamily tradition.” Danny said in a sing-song voice, seemingly unable to wipe the grin from his face. “Uh- hm. I’m good with anythin’ if ya got it.” At home, Danny had a toothbrush he chewed on when he was stressed, bored, excited.. whenever, really. It was frayed to the point of being unrecognizable and he sometimes got it mixed up with his actual toothbrush, but it worked just fine for his purposes.

Alex nodded slightly, and headed back into the kitchen. "I found…let's see. There's a skewer? And a toothpick? Aaaaannd…" He trailed off. "Oh! Hard candy." He brought all three back, dumping them on the coffee table. "Whichever one you want is fine."

Danny snatched up the skewer quickly. “Thanks, man. Sometimes ya just gotta chew on shit.” He laughed a little, gnawing on the skewer. Although he’d kill anyone for saying it, Danny was incredibly doglike in his mannerisms, especially when stressed.