[he murmurs in reply, lazy and docile and he grimaces slightly at how red the water is. He pokes a finger in the middle of oswald's clavicle:]
Don't be this careless again.
[he orders (like he has every right to), before patting blindly for the tub's plug and pulling it; a twist of his wrist and he's flushing the tub out with clean water because ew oswald cells gross!
once that's done he reaches for a washcloth, wriggles himself comfortable in oswald's lap (watching him carefully because-- well, because hey at least he's still wearing pants hush) and starts scrubbing at the dried streaks of blood.]
Hey- if- you don't like me being so close, just tell me.
[if you don't like me being in your tub or bed or life...
(yan lyfe dictates that he set everything on fire; there's a 75% chance that that is what will happen.)]
no subject
[he murmurs in reply, lazy and docile and he grimaces slightly at how red the water is. He pokes a finger in the middle of oswald's clavicle:]
Don't be this careless again.
[he orders (like he has every right to), before patting blindly for the tub's plug and pulling it; a twist of his wrist and he's flushing the tub out with clean water because ew oswald cells gross!
once that's done he reaches for a washcloth, wriggles himself comfortable in oswald's lap (watching him carefully because-- well, because hey at least he's still wearing pants hush) and starts scrubbing at the dried streaks of blood.]
Hey- if- you don't like me being so close, just tell me.
[if you don't like me being in your tub or bed or life...
(yan lyfe dictates that he set everything on fire; there's a 75% chance that that is what will happen.)]