[ the comment brings out something reminiscent of a laugh— perhaps more like a bark of air he couldn't hold in. he'd put a hand on him, but, the flick beats him to it. ah, falco huffs with a startle, but fondness manages to bleed past the worn edges of a face too young to bare the stress it does. jun could tell falco's thinking about it. he'd just gotten here. they had so much to talk about. he sucks his lips in, worrying about those very clothes that will probably start getting soggy, too. he's as slippery as a defensive frog.
after not removing his eyes off jun for a moment, he nods, covering his eyes with the back of his hand— but this was for him. ]
—Okay. I'll— I'll be quick.
[ and cleaning any slime coming off him. ugh. true to his word, falco goes as fast as he can. he gets the excess sludge off, hangs his own clothes by a window, and nabs the first pair of shorts and t-shirt that were available. he wasn't picky. all of that didn't take more than fifteen minutes (he didn't want to stay alone, either. auditory lapses and mild hallucinations were a crapshoot that he was expecting, at some point, just afraid to experience). it wouldn't exactly last long, but. at least long enough for them to talk and share their concerns without another jam fight on his entire person.
falco doesn't exactly look better, but he does look cleaner. his spot is still where he first folded his legs, and does so again: this time, he brought a hand towel. it was for jun. at last, he could put a hand on the boy's shoulder and start again with an inhale. ]
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after not removing his eyes off jun for a moment, he nods, covering his eyes with the back of his hand— but this was for him. ]
—Okay. I'll— I'll be quick.
[ and cleaning any slime coming off him. ugh. true to his word, falco goes as fast as he can. he gets the excess sludge off, hangs his own clothes by a window, and nabs the first pair of shorts and t-shirt that were available. he wasn't picky. all of that didn't take more than fifteen minutes (he didn't want to stay alone, either. auditory lapses and mild hallucinations were a crapshoot that he was expecting, at some point, just afraid to experience). it wouldn't exactly last long, but. at least long enough for them to talk and share their concerns without another jam fight on his entire person.
falco doesn't exactly look better, but he does look cleaner. his spot is still where he first folded his legs, and does so again: this time, he brought a hand towel. it was for jun. at last, he could put a hand on the boy's shoulder and start again with an inhale. ]
—I'm so sorry.