maybe his parents were to blameΒ Β βΒ Β their nonchalant negligence and the haunting fact that theyβd never once uttered the words βi love youβ had molded him into a boy who felt nauseated at the notion of being loved or cared for. itβs no surprise when drew cringes at moonβs concern. andΒ he hates himself for itΒ Β βΒ Β he should be accustomed to it already. his whole life has been a series of interrogations and pity littered concerned. maybe he loathes it because itβs not coming from the person he needs to hear it from. heβs grateful moon doesnβt blow the injury out of proportion & because of that he decides to stay and let him bandage his cut.Β β the fact that you wouldnβt even entertain the idea of making a luxury home for your pet is vile. βΒ most members of yokai would argue that drew had an unhealthy attachment to ham solo , and in all fairness , they were probably right to think so. his life was a vicious cycle of work , video games , pampering ham solo , and toying with death to prove he was alive or at least something other than dying.Β moonβs laughter allows drew to relax his muscles and he finds himself carelessly plopping down where he was told to sit. moon had such a wholesome , puppy-like optimism to himΒ Β βΒ the kind only good people could ever possess. ( the kind his best friend had once had. drew squints his eyes and momentarily he swears he can make out his apparitionΒ Β βΒ Β maybe he should lay off the weed. )Β β he just looks so cramped in his cage ! and itβs like a mini fucking vacation home for when i decorate his cage. βΒ Β he doesnβt intend to sound like an offended toddler , but that was essentially his entire personality at this point. he feels his heart pathetically clench at the idea of his hamster caring about his physical well-being and itβs enough to prompt him to swear to leave his room more often.Β Β β moon , i almost started crying. if i didnβt know hammie was a materialistic little shit i would agree with you. βΒ Β itβs followed by a playful roll of his eyes.Β β iβm a walking blood bag , dumbass. all i ever do is bleed too much. βΒ Β the familiar crimson hue is such a frequent sight heβs permanently desensitized. if he didnβt have the immune system of a cotton ball ( because itβs nonexistent ) he wouldβve wanted to be a medic. a good , kind one.Β the kind whoβd doodle on bandages. just like moon. heβs quick to shrug his sincerity off. he knows moon would help him regardless , because he always has toΒ , fuckΒ , why was drew such a burden ?Β β shut up , the band-aids are cute. i dunno you always make my bandages look not outright hideous , so i thought adding some of these little anime fuckers would be the cherry on top. β he follows this by flashing the little series of ban-aids heβs already wearing, each with a different anime as a design.Β
moonkyu remembers his childhood all too well β remembers the amounts of boxing matches his father came home from a drunken mess, only to start screaming at moon's mother for only trying to help patch up his wounds. remembers the sound of the empty whiskey bottle flying past his head only to smash into the wall behind him. ( he still carries that memory in the form of a small scar on the back of his arm. ) it's the reason he'd started worrying about everyone other than himself, why he'd stepped in & taken his mother's place. why he was the person he was right now. a medic, someone who did nothing but help others, patch up their wounds, try and give them something positive to look at while they healed. "i never said i wouldn't entertain the idea of it, i just think if i were to do it, i'd do a little more research and maybe even ask for help in the process so that my poor pet doesn't stress out about it's owner being injured." he retorts with a small sigh, smile starting to gently pull on the edges of his lips. he'd actually thought about making a little staircase for monet, his puppy, not too long ago so that he could get into moonkyu's bed and curl up. "if you need help, i can try. i'm not the best builder.. but if i can mend people up, how hard can a hamster condo be?" he giggles lightly, brow raising as he gives the other a small nod of his head. "monet doesn't like his dog bed, i'm looking into making steps for him so he can sleep on my bed. i get it." he continues, a shrug of his shoulders following after his words. "just let me look at you, stop fussing. hammie will get his condo and you'll be fixed up as good as new." the blue-haired male continues, gently pulling the other's arm towards the edge of the desk, turning it so the cut is facing upwards. "do you know if you've washed the thing you cut yourself with recently?" moon asks, pulling out a bottle of peroxide and a few cotton pads. "this will hurt, but it'll make sure your arm doesn't fall off from some sort of infection." the medic states, gently pouring the liquid over the other's wound as his free hand gently smooths out the skin of drew's wrist as a form of distraction from the sting he's sure to feel. "he can't be materialistic if he doesn't have his owner there to give him all the fancy stuff!! so quit arguing with me!" moonkyu jokes, running a clean rag over the surface of drew's skin to remove the peroxide that didn't need to sit there. "stop getting yourself into situations like this and maybe you wouldn't bleed all the time!" there's a giggle that falls from parted lips as the medic speaks, a playful shake of his head following afterwards. even though he knows the other is accident prone, he wouldn't ever stop caring about drew. "i guess i could always paint something that'll go along with whatever stickers you'd like me to add to this bandage." he hums out gently, eyes scanning over the other's band-aids with a boxy grin settling on his features. "alright, alright, you want the whole crew to know you're a nerd, i got it. pick a few for this one while i finish cleaning it."
