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It was a perfectly ordinary day. Except it wasn’t, because Scar opened the door to cheerfully greet his roommate only to find him covered in blood. Which wasn’t exactly ideal, considering they lived in an apartment complex and the blood was practically dripping onto the concrete of the doorstep, painfully visible to the other residents.
"What did you do!" Scar squeals as he tries to inch away from Cub to avoid getting more blood all over himself. "You're covered in blood! Ew! Don't get it onto me."
"It's not my blood. If that’s reassuring.” Cub laughs, taking his coat off and looking it up and down with an annoyed face. "I shouldn't have worn white."
“That is not reassuring at all! And you are throwing that coat away! I'm not helping you clean the blood stains out." Scar groans, burying his face in his hands, peeking up at Cub's poor attempts to clean dried blood off his hands. "Oh, we're really in it now. Oh, my life is over. They're going to accuse me of being an accomplice to murder and my life will be ruined! My job, Cubby!"
"You literally work retail! I never even mentioned a murder! I can't believe you think so little of me. Just for that, you're cleaning the blood off." Cub rolls his eyes and pushes past Scar, grumbling as he heads to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. Have fun cleaning the blood up."
"You're not even going to help me?"
Scar makes a pathetic noise as he crumples onto the floor, lamenting about how terrible prison food would be, how nobody would be able to feed Jellie if they were in jail. Cub watches from the hallway, peeking his head out with an amused smile.
"You're so dramatic. You sound like Jellie when she's trying to get us to feed her again."
Scar scoffs, lifting his hand up to make a thumbs down gesture. He sticks his tongue out, glaring at Cub playfully. "I thought you were going to take a shower."
"You being dramatic is too funny to pass up."
"You're so mean! Go take your shower. I'll clean up all the blood, but you're making dinner!"
"Fine by me. Your cooking is atrocious anyways."
Cub chuckles at Scar's offended face and closes the door before Scar can make an angry retort. Scar rolls his eyes and goes to grab cleaning supplies, muttering death threats under his breath as he scrubs at the spots of blood drying on the hardwood floor.
Scar finishes cleaning surprisingly fast, in Cub's opinion. He was expecting Scar to dawdle and whine, but all he came out to was a pristine living room and a Scar with his arms crossed. Cub smiles at him sharply and Scar rolls his eyes, patting the couch and sitting down with an exaggerated anger etched on his face.
“So. Who did you kill?”
“Why is that your automatic assumption!”
There’s a groan as Scar reaches forward to tussle Cub’s hair, his expression relaxing into a more playful disappointment.
“It’s you! I would honestly be surprised if it wasn’t a murder.” Scar makes a face at the tangles in Cub’s hair as he tries to run his fingers through it. “Your hair is a mess.”
“Brush it out for me, then.” Cub says in a matter of fact voice, gently pulling Scar closer towards himself with a small laugh.
“Only if you tell me what got you covered in blood.”
Scar scoots himself onto Cub’s lap, slinging his arms over Cub’s shoulders before snuggling his face into the crook of his neck with a happy sigh. Cub only rolls his eyes and gently pets Scar’s hair before clearing his throat.
“I, uh. I thought you were going to brush my hair?”
“Is a man not allowed to cuddle with his…roommate before dealing with the potential consequences of said roommate being a murderer?”
“Oh, wow. So I’ve been demoted to roommate, huh?”
A red flush creeps up Scar’s face and he buries his face further into Cub’s neck. “Demoted? What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Scar.” Cub nudges Scar up and plants a small kiss on his forehead with a soft smile. Scar squeaks and sits himself up, his face completely red.
“You’re getting off topic. Who did you kill?”
“You’re so red! Hah, you look like you’re about to explode.” Cub smiles, adjusting his glasses and staring up at Scar with a knowing expression, gently dragging him downwards until their faces are barely a centimeter apart. Scar opens his mouth to say something, and Cub shushes him with his hand, his smile turning into a shit-eating grin. “Just remember, Scar.” Scar leans in closer as Cub’s voice lowers to a whisper. “I know what you are.”
Scar stares at him for a split second before making an offended noise and pushing himself off of Cub’s lap. He crosses his arms and Cub grins harder, standing up and brushing himself off.
“I’m going to make food.”
“Wh- you still need to tell me why you were covered in blood! You can’t just- hey!” Scar whines and tugs Cub back. “Come on! You can’t just leave after that! You need to tell me the story! And- I can’t believe that! You baited me into that, I can’t believe you.” Scar crosses his arms with a huff. “And you can’t just get so close to my face and make me blush and then not kiss me. You’re actually the worst.”
Cub smiles sharply, hooking his arms around Scar’s neck and pulling him closer towards himself. “I can give you a kiss if you stop asking questions about why I’m coming home covered in blood.”
All Cub gets in response is a wide eyed stare from Scar, the flush returning back to his face. “Okay.” Scar murmurs in response. “I can stop asking questions.”
Cub’s smile widens, before dropping into a more fond, soft expression. He pulls Scar down towards him with a light tug of his shirt collar and they share a gentle kiss before Cub draws away. He marvels at the man standing before him, ears red and green eyes searching for more. He laughs, and reaches his hand up to stroke Scar’s hair, letting the brown strands fall through his fingers.
“I love you.”
“…I love you too.”