he CLUTCHED TIGHTLY to the flesh of his forearm, staggering awkwardly to his feet —— all the while recovering his equilibrium, his gaze tentatively resting upon ernest with a kind of SMILE. almost always reserved for his DAD, or like when he wanted to shut somebody up —— only it was authentic, (albeit crooked, unrefined) he tried with what heart he could summon to make ernest feel OKAY again. thinking of all the ways he could make him smile, but alas he couldn’t at least not NOW. “ it’s cool, dude.. like i wasn’t ACTUALLY going to leave, y’know, it was just a suggestion. „ RIGHT, not like lucien would downright leave ernest for biting him, (possibly giving him a virus, or disease) ——
“ can you get me a bandage, or like.. some disinfectant? „ preferably the latter since he didn’t TRUST ernest not to have some flesh - eating bacteria between his gums, or leprosy —— that was a thing, right? “ i didn’t mean to, y’know.. smother you, then punch you afterwards, or make you cry. „ well just MAYBE he did, but he didn’t want to confess. at least not now, as they made amends. which was why he didn’t make a halfhearted (wholehearted) remark on just how BAD his hygiene was, or how he was sort of freaking out over the possibility that ernest gave him something.
❝Y’know what, dude it’s… It’s fine,❞ MAKING AMENDS tended to be a lot easier than continuing to fight, anyways. PERHAPS it wasn’t all fine, perhaps he was still KINDA hurt ( he guesses ) by the things said and Lucien’s ACTIONS over something stupid and unrealistic, but like FUCK he’d burn their bridge just because the two of them could only think for THEMSELVES. Once again, he sniffles, trying his best to suppress any more tears that threatened to fall. He wasn’t a baby, FUCK, he can’t enter high school crying every time he gets pushed to the ground. Ernest manages a FORCED smile ( head tilted, tight-lipped, still threatening to quiver ) towards Lucien, before the other popped the question. Shit, his arm is still FUCKED.
Ernest would be OKAY, every time he and Lucien fought over ANYTHING, he always recovered like a champ, albeit tears shed and his voice raised every time beforehand ( it was so easy to get him worked up, it must be a WONDER to Hugo how his son just hasn’t exploded from rage ). ❝SHIT, yeah, your arm. I think Hugo keeps some antiseptic in the bathroom,❞ it wasn’t the first time ANYONE has made a jab towards his hygiene, but now wasn’t the time to think twice of it, it wasn’t worth getting PISSY again just as he was trying to work his way back onto Lucien’s good side.After all, since when is threatening to leave when you get a dog a SUGGESTION? Friendship in all its worth must be a scam.Without even giving Lucien time to follow, he scampers off down the hall.
