there’s nothing but the sound of RUNNING WATER. a moments frustration returns, fist collides with the door hard enough it BUSTS OPEN. rather than storm inside, he stands at the entrance, eyes locking on the boy. frown returns, a genuine expression of REGRET. poor thing; poor boy ! wants to lick his face all better ! make him feel good & safe. won’t he let rudi ?
“ baby… “ rudi exhales. steps inside, carefully closes the door behind him. doesn’t want tucker to SLITHER AWAY. stands in front of it, blocking his only way of escape. “ yer face….s’all hurt. mm, still lookin’ mighty PRETTY though, ain’tcha ? “ a smile is forced, head falls to the side. he waits a few seconds, smile falls. “ i’m sorry tuckah, i’m sorry. I’M REALLY VERY SORRY. i— i love yous, lots, yeah ? i’d eat’cha up, every last bit o’ yous if yous wanted. i ain’t mean none of it— none of those MEAN WORDS. “
body turns stone - stiff, he doesn’t move, doesn’t react, doesn’t want to aggravate anything else. wishes he’d just manned up and ate the fucking meat with a smile on his face. long arm winds around the ache of his face, fingers curling beneath the water. tucker keeps his mouth SHUT, breathes steadily through gills. maybe rudiger will just walk away.
and when he doesn’t, the creature doesn’t know how to reply, either. it doesn’t want to speak, wants to wait in the weeds. the ghoul sounds genuine and its heart flutters. but so did his face getting bashed into the floor feel, REALLY GENUINE. rudi had really wanted to hurt him, scare him. and he did. they’re deceptively shy creatures but they’re cautious, silent, distrusting. ones of habit.
it hurts to make much noise. tucker breaks an AGONISED groan in his throat, curls up a little further where he floats on his side. ❛ ———— liar. ❜