Oooo could I get some ralbert fluff? Like Albert taking care of race after he got himself into a fight?
TW: Slight blood, mention of violence
Race hissed in pain as Albert pressed the cold rag against the bleeding cut on his forehead, the blood being soaked into the cloth. He jerked his head away at the sting, blonde curls bouncing slightly.
"Racer, c'mon. If you keep movin' then you won't heal." Albert gently grabbed Race's chin, making him stay still. Race whined in protest as the rag returned to his head. Albert only tsked. "If you wouldn't have thought messin' with Oscar was a good idea, we wouldn't be here now would we?"
Race groaned, Albert was right, as per usual. "Fine. M'sorry. Ya know what would make it better?" He smirked, cigar hanging from his mouth.
Albert threw the rag in a tin bucket, tilting his head at Race. "Hm?"
The blonde got up and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends neck, a playfull tone. "A kiss." Albert only rolled his eyes and pecked Race's lips. "You may be an idiot, but at least you're an attractive idiot."