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Names and Washcloths
"Bob, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to band practice today… Something came up."
"Whatever, Frank. We'll just reschedule."
"Thanks." Frank ended the call and slowly lowered his head, sighing. "Goddamn." He straightened up, tightening his grip on the phone. He turned around, then, narrowing his eyes at the creature.
Frank had brought the other home with him, which probably wasn't a good idea, considering the fact he lived with his mom. But there was something about him—something that told Frank he couldn't leave the creature out there in the rain.
The black-head had taken it upon himself to wonder around Frank's room, touching everything he could reach. Since he had been brought inside, he seemed to be in a better mood, his motions being more animated. Yet he had not said a word.
Frank chewed on his lip, keeping his eyes on the other. He noticed that there was grim on his cheeks, staining the flawless, pale complexion. Frank raised up a hand, beginning to bite on his thumbnail. The nail snapped against his teeth, causing the winged creature to raise his head. He looked at Frank with wide eyes.
Frank gave him a weak smile and a wave. He shook his head and lowered his hand. "Can you come into the bathroom with me?" The creature furrowed his eyebrows. Frank bit his lip. "You have dirt on your face." He pointed at his own face, as if it would help the other understand. The other stared at him, slowly raising up a hand to touch his cheek. Frank sighed and turned on his heel, beginning to go over to the connected bathroom. "Come here."
He stood by the sink while he waited for the other to follow. In order to enter the room, though, he had to pull his wings in a bit. The feathers ruffled as if a cold wind passed through them. Frank smiled a bit.
The black-head stood in front of Frank, extending his wings back out. He cringed when the tip of one wing came into contact with the shower curtain. Frank shook his head and turned towards the cabinet, opening it and taking out a washcloth. He wet it before looking at the other, raising it to dab at his cheeks.
"What's your name?" he asked, tilting his head. He ran the cloth down his cheek, seeing the dirt disappear. The black-head stared at him, furrowing his eyebrows. Frank stared back. "You know… a name." He moved the washcloth over to the other cheek. "My name's Frank."
He looked at Frank, tilting his head. He raised up a hand, pressing a finger to his bottom lip. Frank shook his head. He lowered the washcloth, then, his job done. The other's cheeks were now a light pink. His nose twitched. Frank tossed the cloth into the sink.
He scanned the black-head, noticing the only thing he was wearing were a pair of tattered, dirty basketball shorts. His feet were even bare. Frank frowned and looked at the other. "Would you like some clothes to, like, sleep in?" His response was another furrowed brow expression. Frank sighed and shook his head. "Never mind." He started out of the room.
He sat down on his bed and stretched out his legs. He raised up his head, seeing the black-head enter the bedroom, folding his wings a bit while doing so. Frank studied him before pulling back the covers, crawling into bed. He looked over at the other.
He was looking around the floor. He chewed on his lip before plopping down on the ground, in the middle of the room. Frank swallowed, resting his head on the pillow. "Can you fold those wings against your back?"
The other looked at him before flapping his white and black wings. He blinked.
Frank sighed again and turned over in bed, making his back face the strange creature. "Night," he muttered, doubting the other could hear.
Silence was heard for the next few minutes. Frank didn't move, and not even the boy in the middle of the room. Soon, a high, slightly raspy voice broke it.
"Gerard. My name's Gerard."
Frank smiled against his pillow.
"Bob, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to band practice today… Something came up."
"Whatever, Frank. We'll just reschedule."
"Thanks." Frank ended the call and slowly lowered his head, sighing. "Goddamn." He straightened up, tightening his grip on the phone. He turned around, then, narrowing his eyes at the creature.
Frank had brought the other home with him, which probably wasn't a good idea, considering the fact he lived with his mom. But there was something about him—something that told Frank he couldn't leave the creature out there in the rain.
The black-head had taken it upon himself to wonder around Frank's room, touching everything he could reach. Since he had been brought inside, he seemed to be in a better mood, his motions being more animated. Yet he had not said a word.
Frank chewed on his lip, keeping his eyes on the other. He noticed that there was grim on his cheeks, staining the flawless, pale complexion. Frank raised up a hand, beginning to bite on his thumbnail. The nail snapped against his teeth, causing the winged creature to raise his head. He looked at Frank with wide eyes.
Frank gave him a weak smile and a wave. He shook his head and lowered his hand. "Can you come into the bathroom with me?" The creature furrowed his eyebrows. Frank bit his lip. "You have dirt on your face." He pointed at his own face, as if it would help the other understand. The other stared at him, slowly raising up a hand to touch his cheek. Frank sighed and turned on his heel, beginning to go over to the connected bathroom. "Come here."
He stood by the sink while he waited for the other to follow. In order to enter the room, though, he had to pull his wings in a bit. The feathers ruffled as if a cold wind passed through them. Frank smiled a bit.
The black-head stood in front of Frank, extending his wings back out. He cringed when the tip of one wing came into contact with the shower curtain. Frank shook his head and turned towards the cabinet, opening it and taking out a washcloth. He wet it before looking at the other, raising it to dab at his cheeks.
"What's your name?" he asked, tilting his head. He ran the cloth down his cheek, seeing the dirt disappear. The black-head stared at him, furrowing his eyebrows. Frank stared back. "You know… a name." He moved the washcloth over to the other cheek. "My name's Frank."
He looked at Frank, tilting his head. He raised up a hand, pressing a finger to his bottom lip. Frank shook his head. He lowered the washcloth, then, his job done. The other's cheeks were now a light pink. His nose twitched. Frank tossed the cloth into the sink.
He scanned the black-head, noticing the only thing he was wearing were a pair of tattered, dirty basketball shorts. His feet were even bare. Frank frowned and looked at the other. "Would you like some clothes to, like, sleep in?" His response was another furrowed brow expression. Frank sighed and shook his head. "Never mind." He started out of the room.
He sat down on his bed and stretched out his legs. He raised up his head, seeing the black-head enter the bedroom, folding his wings a bit while doing so. Frank studied him before pulling back the covers, crawling into bed. He looked over at the other.
He was looking around the floor. He chewed on his lip before plopping down on the ground, in the middle of the room. Frank swallowed, resting his head on the pillow. "Can you fold those wings against your back?"
The other looked at him before flapping his white and black wings. He blinked.
Frank sighed again and turned over in bed, making his back face the strange creature. "Night," he muttered, doubting the other could hear.
Silence was heard for the next few minutes. Frank didn't move, and not even the boy in the middle of the room. Soon, a high, slightly raspy voice broke it.
"Gerard. My name's Gerard."
Frank smiled against his pillow.
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you write so beautiful