𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 red - stained , cherry - flavoured lips , still vaguely sparkly with the remnants of purple lipgloss that had been applied hours earlier and has since been rubbed and licked off . a glitch wracks his small frame , and he has half a mind to burst into tears at the sheer pain that rips through him , but he distracts himself , instead , with the round , blue raspberry candy in his mouth . ❝ ricky , ❞ he keens , voice rising in pitch and slightly muffled by the lollipop that he suckles so intently on . a hand , nails painted pretty with purple polish , touches the prince’s knee , tracing aimless shapes there over his jeans . ❝ don’t wanna drive home . should — shouldn’t drive home . think patches would get real mad at me if i did . ❞ okay , so maybe he’s not quite drunk , since some sleezeball had gotten handsy with him at the start of the evening and he’d sworn off drinking for the rest of the night — just to be safe . he is , maybe , looking for a reason to stay , however . ❝ oh , don’t make me go home , ricky ! i don’t want to go home , d – don’t make me go home — ❝ it takes everything in him to make himself glitch , which , in turn , has him bursting into a fit of tears and hiccups , because the pain again so soon after the last glitch is too much to handle , but it’s okay ; this time , it was intentional . it was the quickest and easiest way to make himself cry , pretty , glossy , and real tears streaming down his face , streaking through the rouge that colours his cheeks .
HIS TONGUE CONSTANTLY RUNS OVER his lips to stimulate sensations . lyric’s losing sense . it’s never something unexpected . for the first few outings of his life ( which is probably an eternity ago at this point ) , it may have been a real concern . but soon , people just learned that lyric loves to ruin any tangible aspect of his life . he thinks another drink will bring him back to reality . as he takes a swig of the rum & coke , he feels another sensation . this one sparks something inside him , a small flicker of flame igniting a bonfire . his attention shifts from the card game he’s trying to focus on ( frankly , he isn’t understanding the rules very well ) to the pretty & messy piece of candy before him . he raises an eyebrow at the display .
AT FIRST , HIS EXPRESSION’S BLANK . like lyric quite isn’t registering what’s happening . however , he knows very well what pocky wants . he faces his opponent , grinning a devilish grin as he throws the cards onto the table . of course , not much can match the entertainment that pocky gave lyric . the prince then fully turns his attention to the crying racer . his eyes , the textbook definition of a madman high on life’s pleasures , were solely focused on the sugared tears that fell in bite-sized droplets . he cups the reddened, glistened cheek in his palm , thumbing away some of the tears that carved its way onto pocky’s cheek . it’s seemingly a soft gesture , if not for the way his other hand is so brazen by gripping pocky’s thigh . ❝ shh , shh , babe , you don’t have to go home . you’re not going home tonight , ‘kay , babe ? you can stay right here with me . right on ricky’s lap where you belong , yeah ? ❞ he croons . lyric’s thumb traces the silhouette of pocky’s cheek affectionately , as if he were the one thing that could make the heartless prince feel warm . his hands were lover’s hands just as much as they were liar’s hands .
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