Arthur and Mikhail

Mikhail looked away while blushing furiously, curse him and his stupid instincts. "I-It's fine…"

"It's my fault…." said Arthur.. "Im the one who can barely function…."

"Nono, it's fine. We all have those moments…" Mikhail replied, wiping the blood from the side of his face again.

"Doesn't make it any less awkward…." said Arthur, noticing the movement, "What… what happened to your face??"

"Oh-uhm-nothing." Mikhail muttered, the bruise on his jaw had become worse now.

"That look's pretty bad" said Arthur shyly.

"It's fine," Mikhail insisted.

"ok…" said Arthur backing off, His face still red.

Mikhail looked around. "I should go. Also, you still haven't answered my question, do you want to stay and/or clean up at my house?"

"That'd actually be pretty nice…" said Arthur shyly and quietly, "If you don't mind that is…"

"Yea, that's perfectly fine. Just follow me." Mikhail stood up and wiped off the blood again before heading towards his house.

_{(Just wondering, when is Arthur going to be possessed?)}

(He already was…. he's trying to move past it… Which is why he keeps having mental breakdowns and stuff…)

_{(Oh, i'm an idiot. Srry about that)}

Arthur carefully got to his feet, noting that his cloak had gone missing somewhere as he followed Mikhail.

Mikhail put on his hood to hide his hair and his face as he walked rather quickly to his house, wondering if his dad was at the bar or waiting for him. I hope he's at the bar.

Arthur shyly followed him through town, trying to ignore whispers on how messed up he looked.

Mikhail looked up when he heard someone talking when he realized everyone were talking about Arthur, he took off his cloak and handed it to Arthur. "Here."

Arthur looked up in surprise, taking it gratefully, glad for the fact that he didn't have to be exposed.

Mikhail let his hair fall into his face in an attempt to hide his face as they walked made it to his house.

Arthur finally realized that Mikhail's hair was unlike anyone else's in the village, even more so than his own dark red brown hair.

Mikhail sharply knocked on the door to see if his dad was home or not and sighed in relief when he didn't hear a voice and walked into his house, holding the door open for Arthur.

Arthur followed him in shyly, careful not to disturb anything.

Mikhail let the door shut after Arthur had walked in and he went over to take out a first-aid kit to clean himself up.

Arthur watched him for a few moments before looking around, Why did I do this??? he asked himself,
I don't know.. that's your problem to figure out came the silent reply in the back of his head.

"Do you have any cuts that need to cleaned up?" Mikhail asked as he started cleaning the cut on the side of his forehead, wincing in pain every so often.

"I'm good…" said Arthur softly, "I usually heal pretty quick, and I don't usually get cuts that bad……"

"Lucky." Mikhail replied, quickly cleaning his wound. He found a ice pack and wrapped a piece of cloth around it before lightly putting it on the bruise on his jaw, wincing a bit more in pain. "If you want to hit the showers, they're upstairs, last door to the left."

Arthur nodded, carefully creeping upstairs at that. Finding the showers easily he let the hot water wash over him, washing a week's worth of grime out of his hair.

Mikhail kept the ice pack over his bruise as he went upstairs to change into other clothes.

After a good, long, hot shower Arthur felt that for once he had a mostly clear head as he got out, slipping into his old clothes, which weren't that bad after being in the river several times.