Naamloos

❛ hold still. ❜ ignoring his griping, he presses the wet cloth to the beading blood currently flowering on his eyebrow. it's the third scrape porco has been in in the span of a week. fights are starting to become a common thread. porco's always had a temper, but this indiscriminate raspberry-red anger that threatens to consume his brother unsettles him. marcel's always kept watchful vigil over his brother, but he can't protect him forever. how long before he picks on the wrong person ? ❛ you've got to stop picking fights, porco. ❜ he lowers his hand to submerge the cloth in a bucket and wrings it. ❛ who was it this time ? ❜