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"If you're here to tell me we should destroy my sheets again, I'm going to ask you to leave as I've just made the bed, unless you'll take me on the wall or whatever," Kit teased his friend before rolling his eyes playfully. "Unless, you're actually here to talk to me and not entice me with your freakishly good muscles, because I'm just so innocent and susceptible to your devilish charms. Now spill, you're never here for no reason." @tcddyw
˙ ˖ ✶ Teddy
"You are incorrigible," Kit giggled, crossing his arms as his eyes trained on his friend. Teddy was no enigma to Kit, they were a wild child, but a beautiful soul. A staple in Kit's life in New York City, and not a day could go by where he couldn't see Teddy's face plastered on his for you page, or standing directly in front of him. Never at arm's length, they just had one of those friendships.
With a sigh he went into the bathroom, emerging only once he had some Neosporin in his hand. "Here, because you don't know the meaning of taking it easy, I've brought it on myself to keep things handy here to take care of your hands," Pressing it to his friends chest, he pecked their cheek before setting himself on his bed. "I mean we definitely can, or at least I can, but I'm not so sure you can talk unless you've exhausted all that pent up energy you always carry around with you," he smirked.
"So...What's got you at my place today? Because you usually don't come here unless you really do love and miss me, or you can't shake something off your mind."
the blond glanced around the apartment with a somewhat blank look before their eyes landed on him with a bizarre expression. they snorted out a laugh, head shaking some at the bluntness of his statement. ❝ well, first of all, we both know i'm too lazy to do pretty much anything standing up, so you should really get over your sheets, ❞ they muttered, arms folding across their chest as they leaned against the wall.
kit was perceptive; it wasn't exactly that teddy wanted to talk, but they did have a lot on their mind. between matt moving to the city and the fact that their birthday was coming up soon, their mind was pretty much a blur lately. their hands pretty well stayed bandaged; they'd been all but destroying their drum set at home, broken sticks littering the floor of their music room as they stayed wherever they landed. if it wasn't a gash in their palm, it was a burst blister. it was finally at the point where it hurt more than it didn't to just hold the damn things, so they were seeking out a different distraction. that didn't mean they would readily admit it, though.
❝ i'm shocked and offended. can't i just hang out with a friend? ❞
˙ ˖ ✶ Teddy
"Oh I know," Kit giggled, his eyes never leaving Teddy as he wondered what could've driven his friend here. The author had lost count just how many times they've spent the night together this month, their casual fling was becoming a more prominent thing which could only mean one thing. Teddy was running. Something in their life had recently turned sour and this was the solace they needed to forget. Teddy's visits had been helping Kit push back those thoughts of not being wanted, of feeling that his entire life he'd just always be a second choice or a consolation price.
Kit had always been the type to remember the people he loved when he was out and about. Pick out things that reminded him of them, or things they mentioned they liked at a certain point. No matter the circumstance he'd always come with some sort of gift as if it was nothing. Concert tickets and hotel stays when a friend mentioned an artist having a tour but nowhere near them. Putting their friend on a fashion show because the spoke about having dreams about being a model. No matter how big or how small he'd always try. So getting the ointment for Teddy was just natural, healing those bruised hands so they could keep on creating more music. Kit loved every part of Teddy that the other would let him seen, even the unseen, the gritty things lying right below the surface.
As the tension in the room rose to a fever pitch, his hands flew towards Teddy's arms, pulling them towards him as he turned the other around. "Hey, you're okay babe." he spoke softly, pressing a little kiss on Teddy's temple. "Let me help you not be bored then,"
teddy huffed out a laugh, shoulder lifting in a shrug at the words. ❝ i take that as a compliment, you know, ❞ they replied, eyes following him as he disappeared into the bathroom. incorrigible, reckless, stupid, impulsive, hedonistic; these were all descriptors they'd become all too familiar with, but they'd been called much worse. in fact, they typically embraced these adjectives as though the words were a part of them, though they doubted that kit meant it as an insult, anyway.
green hues watched as he reappeared, pressing a small tube into their chest, the force of it shoving them back a step. they let the neosporin drop into their palm, looking at it for a moment as they tried to parse out how they felt about it. it wasn't like teddy didn't care for their own wounds; the action was almost second nature at this point, given they'd been playing the drums for roughly half their life. still, there was something almost touching about the gesture, the idea that kit went out of his way to pick something like this up for them to use while they were here. they didn't think they were even here that much, but they supposed these visits had grown more frequent over the course of the last year; even more in the last month or so.
suddenly the blond was overcome with emotion, the reason for their drop in forgotten nearly completely as their hand closed around the medicine. they turned away from him, his knowing expression that would almost certainly morph into real concern that teddy felt they didn't deserve. ❝ uh - ❞ they started, grasping for an excuse to get as far away from here as possible. the bravado and joking tone was gone now, palms coming up to dig into their eyes. ❝ nothing, really. i was just bored, kit. honestly. ❞
