@psychamancy asked: " Come on, stay still. " A gentled dab of a disinfectant wipe against a scrape along his cheekbone – Neku struggling to suppress the smile creeping on his face while Beat fidgeted around from where they sat. He's humming in concentration – wiping away the grime from the scratched skin to keep it clean. It doesn't take too long, what with Neku's nimble hands and quicker work. " There. " He leans back for a moment to admire the work – the scratches now faint and taken care of. Then, he leans right back in – tilting his head to press a kiss against where it hurt. When Neku pulls away, he's smiling warmly. " Feel better? "
“Tch, it stings, yo.” Beat muttered under his breath as Neku pressed the wipe back against the nasty scrape he’d gotten. Luckily, it hadn’t come from a skateboarding accident, or else Beat probably would have been scraped up a whole lot worse. On the other hand, it had come from a brawl outside the local Seven Eleven. Some freak had tried to hit on Rhyme and, well, Beat wasn’t just going to let that happen.
He’d sent the guy packing, but not after taking a hit or two.
Of course, Beat’s almost immediately distracted from it when Neku places a kiss on his cheek. HIs eyes widen and color blossoms across his cheeks. “Uhh...”
“Uh... Yeah.” He’s almost uncharacteristically quiet, relishing in the warm tingle where Neku’s lips were. “Thanks, man?”
