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Vaughn took his suit jacket off, the sleeves stained. He tossed it aside and onto his bed before turning his attention back to Kaz. “It’s fine, I just don’t like people touching me,” he mumbled before his tone got stern again. “And quit doing that, you’re going to cut yourself. Go splash your face off with some cold water. Go on, go.”
Kaz gave a dry laugh, fumbling a few times while he tried to get up. "Cut myself," he scoffed shakily. "You saw, I do it all the time," he said, finally managing to get to his feet. He felt like his legs weren't working, and he leaned against the wall for a few moments, one hand supporting himself against it while the other still clutched at his throat
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Vaughn looked down at Kaz, expression seemingly emotionless as he stood back up straight, brushing himself off. He walked away and into the bathroom, filing up a small plastic cup with ice cold water. He stepped back into the bedroom, taking a sip of it. He gave a hum, looking down at the cup before flinging the water straight into Kaz’s face.
Kaz did a double take, spluttering as he wiped at his face. "T-The fuck man!" he said indignantly, blinking as he tried to see through the drops of water on his glasses. He took them off, shakily wiping at them with the sleeve of his hoodie. His face was cold now and his hoodie was wet. Lovely
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(Vaughn was such a dick when he was younger lmaooo)
Vaughn gave a casual shrug, drinking the little bit that was left in the cup. “Told you to calm down,” he said in a nonchalant tone, walking back into the bathroom to throw the cup away. The guy was loosing his shit, he needed that.
(so was Kaz lmao)
Kaz wiped at his face, putting his glasses back on. He scowled at Vaughn, though it looked more sad than anything. "Fuck you too princess," he grumbled. The water had helped shock him out of the panic attack, but he wasn't going to admit that. He leaned down, reaching into his bag for another bottle of painkillers. He opened it, throwing a few pills in his mouth and dry swallowing them as he sat down on the floor
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“Call me that again, next time I’ll break you’re fucking jaw,” Vaughn called from the bathroom, washing his hands clean. He ran a comb through his hair again, fixing the strands that had gotten out of place.
"Please do, I don't need it anyways," he called, running a hand over his face. He rubbed at his cheeks a little, trying to get the warmth to come back to him as the painkillers started to get him high again. You should have said it. Maybe he would have finally killed you, his mind spat
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Vaughn walked back into their room, stuffing the suit jacket into his bag. He would get it washed later. Too hot for an extra thick layer anyways. He rubbed a hand across his jaw, feeling the light stubble. He kind of liked it that way. Not too thicc, just right.
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(WAIT ONE GODDAMN SECOND WHY DID THICK CHANGE TO THICC HAHAHA)
(why in god's name did thick make me laugh, and then thicc just made it ten times worse)
Kaz gave a small sigh, his head resting back against the wall as the painkillers set in. The effects were more intense since there wasn't much pain for the meds to actually deal with, and he closed his eyes as a heavy, near euphoric feeling set in like a blanket
B//omg
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(I’m screaming, I typed thick and it changed to thicc automatically, I think I say that too much rip)
Vaughn continued to rub at his jaw in thought before walking over to the desk. He looked through its contents one more time. Various towels and wash rags for showering, a few pieces of paper, and what was possibly a stress ball.
(a thicc boi)
Kaz looked up at Vaughn, watching him through half lidded eyes as he rummaged through the desk. "I will laugh like a motherfucker if they've got a stress ball in there," he chuckled, now obviously high off the meds
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(Vaughn likes a thicc boi ;))
Vaughn arched a brow as he looked over his shoulder at Kaz. “Today is your lucky day,” he mumbled, taking the stress ball out of the drawer, squeezing it in his fists once.
(oH MY GOD LMAO)
Kaz started giggling before breaking out into full on laughter. He doubled over, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. "Wh-Why, ehe, why would they have one of those? They don't even goddamn work," he gasped out between fits of laughter
//because it’s fun to squeeze the life out of an inanimate object
(welcome to the asylum children lmao)
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(Lmaooo)
Vaughn’s brows furrowed in confusion. Why did Kaz find this so funny? “It’s not meant to do any, just a distraction,” he mumbled before chucking it at Kaz.
Kaz reached up to try and catch it but missed, his movements sluggish from the meds. It hit him directly in the nose and he laughed harder, curling up in a ball in a fit of giggles on the floor. He tended to be giggly when high, but this was just ridiculous
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“God, you are such an idiot,” Vaughn mumbled. He walked to his bed and layed down in his back, arms underneath his head as he looked up at the ceiling. He began to wonder what the trial was going to consist of. There was no way in hell he would be letting anyone touch him.
"I won't argue with you on that," Kaz said, his giggling finally slowing to a stop. He felt exhausted suddenly, and he curled up on a ball on the floor. He stared ahead of himself, drawing small circles absently on the floor. He winced a little as his blood-covered wrists dragged against the tile, irritating the newly formed scabs
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Vaughn glanced down at Kaz, eye narrowing. What the hell was wrong with this kid? He looked back up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths.
Kaz winced, dragging himself off the floor. He looked down at his arms, frowning at them. God they were ugly. *You should make more. Flay yourself so when they find your bloodless body they see how disgusting you really are," his mind hissed. He ignored it, reaching for a roll of bandages he always had handy. He unwrapped the ones on his arms all the way, tossing them in the trash as he began to re-wrap them
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“Not so happy now, huh?” Vaughn couldn’t resist muttering in a low tone, shifting so he was able to look at his fingernails as he picked at them absently. Did he feel bad for being rude towards Kaz? No, why should he? He didn’t know the kid, so he didn't choose to care about his act.
Kaz shot him a tired, irritated look as he finished wrapping one arm. "Do I look like someone who's happy?" he muttered sarcastically, reaching for another roll of bandages
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“You were just one second ago,” Vaughn snappped in response. He continued to pick at his fingernails, like he was showing no real interest in the conversation.
"Probably because I was higher than a kite," he snapped tiredly, finishing with his other arm before tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down. "Princess," he muttered under his breath, barely audible as he flopped onto his bed
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Vaughn snapped up, sittting up straight in bed now. “The hell did you just say?” He hissed, grey eyes narrowed dangerously at they met Kaz’s.
"That I was higher than a kite?" Kaz asked, not thinking Vaughn had heard him. He stretched, sprawling out a little on the bed. Maybe if you make yourself look tasty enough he'll take a bite before he knocks your lights out, his mind sang giddily, his secondary personality nudging its way a little further towards the front of his mind
