Farm Life Ch. 8
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Ice Cold
Bim woke with a groan, his head pounding and back aching. He grunted as he slowly sat up, discovering that he had been sleeping on the couch. His mouth tasted gross and his throat was screaming from being so dry and begging for anything to soothe it. Bim blinked a few times and found several water bottles were sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He reached out and grabbed one of the bottles, downing it all in one go and gasping out.
“Fuckin’ ducks.” Bim turned his head when he heard someone grumbling, finding Edgar sitting at the table, legs up and hat covering his face.
“Ducks?” Bim mouthed his question before actually speaking. “Ed?”
“Huh?” Edgar sniffed and reached for his hat, taking it off his face and placing it on his head. “Looks like we went a little heavy last night.” He said, looking at the display of empty bottles on the table. “We even got into the rum.”
“I don’t drink rum,” Bim said, plopping back down. His head was really hurting now.
“I didn’t drink this on my own, or I’d be dead.” Edgar gestured towards the empty rum bottle before standing up.
“I’m ready to be dead,” Bim said, using his arms to cover his face and block out the sunlight coming in from the window. He heard the water running and it kept running for a while, it wasn’t until he heard something crunch that he lowered his arms and looked towards the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Bim asked when he saw Edgar dropping ice into the sink, a ‘plop’ telling Bim that the sink was filled with water.
“It’s a cure,” Edgar stated, dipping his hand into the water and nodding as he took his hat off
“A cure-” Bim’s jaw dropped when Edgar dunked his head into the water.
“Ah!” Edgar gasped when he brought his head out. “That’s refreshing.”
“You could have just taken a shower,” Bim said.
“This is a lot more efficient.” Edgar grabbed a towel, drying off his face. “Your turn.”
“Excuse?”
“Dunk your head in.”
“I am not.”
“I ain’t listening to you complain about a headache all day.” Edgar walked over to the couch.
“I’m not doing that. Ed!” Bim shouted when Edgar grabbed him. “Ed! Let go!”
“You’ll be fine.” Edgar practically dragged Bim over to the sink.
“Ed Edgar! I swear I’ll-” Bim’s threat was cut off by Edgar putting his head under the water. “Cold, cold, cold!” Bim gasped out, water dripping off of his face.
“I hope so, that’s what the ice is for.” Edgar teased, handing Bim the towel.
“Oh? The ice?” Bim turned towards Edgar. “You mean this ice?” Bim shoved his hand down the front of Edgar’s shirt, releasing an ice cube he had grabbed.
“Bim!” Edgar yelped out.
“Is it cold, Edgar!?” Bim shouted with laughter.
“You tell me!” Edgar grabbed a handful of ice.
“No!” Bim squealed as he was caught and had ice shoved down his own shirt.
“Just want to make sure your all good.” Edgar laughed as well, splashing some water towards Bim.
“Stop that!” Bim splashed back.
“You started it!” Edgar splashed even more water, starting to get the ground wet.
“Bullshit I did!” Bim tried to dodge the water but lost his footing, grabbing the front of Edgar’s shirt in an attempt to stay up and ended up pulling Edgar down with and on top of him.
“You okay?” Edgar asked, pushing himself up slightly.
“I’m…” Bim found his voice getting caught in his throat, face flushing at the realization of how the two were. Edgar was hovering over him, hands at either side of his shoulders and a leg between his own.
“Bim?” Edgar pressed the back of his hand to Bim’s forehead. “Are ya sick?”
“My...my back just hurts a little.” Bim croaked out.
“Oh, probably.” Edgar sounded awkward as he got up, helping Bim to his feet.
“I’m going to go change and check on the bunnies,” Bim said and quickly walked off.
“Uh, yeah. I need to...yeah.” Edgar cleared his throat and shifted his hips, adjusting his pants before going up to his own room.
Bim sat on the bed for a good few minutes, still in his wet clothes, just thinking. Last night had started weird and sad, discussing past ‘loves’, but it was actually fun the more he thought of it. Edgar had taught Bim a few tricks he could do with bottles, even though Bim ended up dropping one and watching Edgar try to sweep while shit-faced was a show all of its own. Remembering how Edgar said ‘Shit-thias’ still brought a smile to Bim’s face and it even made him chuckle a little. Edgar’s advice about how shit-talking about an ex or an old crush that went wrong, isn’t a terrible thing. There’s nothing wrong with getting the anger off your chest, to be frustrated, to have a good vent session but Edgar said that he would never say anything terrible about his ex-wife to his child. No matter what. Bim thought that Edgar might look ragged to anyone who just met him or saw him, but he was actually a sweet guy.
“Hey, Bim?” Edgar’s voice spoke behind the door at the same time as a knock. “I’m going to the field to get some wood chopped up for the fire for tonight.”
“Okay,” Bim responded, getting off of the bed and heading over to the dresser. “I'll head over after checking on the little guys.”
“Cool.” Edgar’s voice lingered as if he wanted to say something more. “See ya.” Bim heard Edgar’s footsteps grow softer as he started discarding his clothing. He found himself grabbing the outfit Edgar had given him during one of his first days there, having forgotten to give it back after doing laundry. He was tempted to wear it again since it just felt...fitting. It gave off a strange comfort as if it was safe. Bim wondered if he should wear it or not as he put the clothing on anyways, it was just clothing, it didn’t mean anything. Right?
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