why are you always so bent? @yngvol why am i not as bent as you? straight as a stick, am i? no, that’s not it.
still bent too, but over a desk. jc is all paper and ink and the scribbles of a few lines or words across his hands and arms. that’s kc’s work though. because jc won’t let him touch the papers sprawled across the table. they work together. they work well together. but with each person doing what they need to do and eventually mix it up. or bring it together into one final product.
they may work well together, but jc’s selfish in owning his space and kc wants to invade every little part of everything. so they manage around it and when kc gets enough of enough of jc’s way of handling all the papers on the table, he takes a pen and inks across his brother’s skin. arms, fingers, back of hands. whatever’s available, if his legs were bare, they’d be ink drawn on them too.
he’s sure he’s felt the end of that pen on his cheek at some point. what a spectacle he will be giving to anyone who catches sight of this. it brings a smile to him from time to time when he feels it. when he sees it, because he’s not always aware it’s happening. not until a break for some water, or a sip of the coffee sitting somewhere, maybe behind. never next to kc.
“i felt that,” said when the ticklish feeling leaves his skin with the lines warming on his neck, “that said feet. you’re hungry?” the words have started to make less and less sense. that’s a cue jc knows to take well. it’s time for some take out, or maybe some sun, if it’s still high and above. if the moon hasn’t already taken its place in the kingdom that is their sky.