No lee Three so I’ll do it myself
Summary: Five was helping Three get clean after getting dirty while playing ball!
Five was asleep when all of a sudden she hears “Oof- eep- yikes! Oooooh ow…” This causes Five to wake up, looking around for the source of the noise. She stands up and finds Three, face first onto the ground.
Five immediately freaks out for Three. “Woah, Three! Are you ok?” Five is clearly worried.
Three stands up, dusting herself off. “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” Five looks a bit annoyed at Three’s question dodging. “Three, seriously? You’re all dirty now.” Five sounds exasperated.
Three looks down at her disheveled appearance, seeing all of the dirt and scratches she gained from the fall. That’s a lot of scratches. Three waves off Five’s concern. “Don’t worry, Five! It’s just-“
Three gets cut off by Five. “No, no more of this! I’m sick of you pushing your needs to the side.” Three looks like she wants to say something, but stops. Five sighs. “Follow me.”
Five leads Three to a different area away from the others, then, Five begins wiping the dirt off of Three with a towel. Three looks confused. “Five, I’m fine, don’t worry!” Five looks unimpressed. “You’re not fine, you’re covered in dirt and scratches.”
Five starts cleaning off Three’s palm. Five notices Three looking nervous. Five looks confused, but ignores it and continues cleaning Three’s hand, until she hears a squeak from Three.
Five stops. “Three? What was that?” Five asks, looking confused as hell. Three quickly clarifies. “Five, it’s nothing!” Five looks at Three skeptically. She knew Three was lying, and Three could see it on Five’s face. Five thought to herself, wait, is she-?
Five looks exasperated. “Don’t tell me… are you ticklish, Three?” Three looks shocked. “What, no! T-That’s ridiculous!” Five looks skeptical. “Ok, so you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Five starts scratching lightly at Three’s palm.
Three’s voice becomes shaky as she holds back giggles. “O-Of course not!” Five notices Three fighting back some giggles. Five digs her fingers into Three’s palm, causing Three to laugh. “C-cut it... out..! S-stop that!” Three says through bursts of laughter. Five smiles, still gently scratching at Three’s palm. “I knew it.” Five teases. “AHAHAH!” Three laughs, starting to tug her hand away from Five. “F-Five! St-stop!” Three says through her laughter.
Five stops tickling Three, letting Three catch her breath. Three rubs her own palm. Five looks down at Three’s hand. “Three, look! Your hand!” Three looks down at her palm, noticing that all of the dirt is gone from the scratching. “I guess it worked out after all…” Three admits. Three looks at her other hand, noticing that it’s much dirtier than her other hand. She gulps and looks at Five nervously. “Uh, Five…” Five cuts her off. “Why don’t you finish this off yourself?” Five hands Three the towel. Three smiles gratefully, and starts wiping off her other hand.
Despite all of this, it’s clear that deep down, Three really needed a good laugh, even if it was under an odd circumstance. It was clear that the two algebraliens truly cared for each other.
Note: This is my first ever fic, sorry if something’s not right!
