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"I wish you didn't get into fights that often, Vyv," I said very quietly and continued to wrap his upper arm and shoulder in a bandage. He just shrugged and then smiled.
"But I had to!"
"Why?"
"Because he insulted you!"
"Who?"
"The guy!"
Vyvyan flailed his other arm around. It was very late and there was nobody downstairs but the two of us. The punk came back very late and I was waiting for him. If he didn't show up with a black eye and bloody clothes, I would've given him a piece of her mind.
"What guy?"
"I don't know," Vyv muttered and then laughed. "But he had no punch, haha!"
"And how did he insult me then?"
Vyvyan clicked his tongue, straightened up and raised a finger while contemplating for a while, before he replied: "I don't remember."
"Vyvyan!" Normally, I would've just laughed and maybe smooch Vyv's face. But this time…
Not only did he let me wait in his house even though he promised he'd be back early so I didn't go home, but I had to give him first aid!
"Yes, girlie?" He just leaned his head back and rested it on the back of the couch. The grimace he made was silly, it made him look even more stupid than usually. I booped his nose.
"You're such a fool, aren't you?"
He grinned.
"I am a fool. In love with you. Ouch!"
I poked his bruised shoulder with a vile smile. Vyv stared at me for a moment and then grabbed me to pull me closer. He smelled of alcohol. A lot. It never ceased to impress me how immensely tolerant he was, looking more or less casually self aware, just more jolly than most of the time.
I felt the spiked of his orange hair poking into my neck when he rested his head on my shoulder. I scratched him behind his ear.
"You're gonna be so hungover in the morning," I proclaimed and it made Vyvyan laugh.
"Yes, I will."
"Don't blow dynamite on the top of your head, please."
"Only as the last measure," he rasped as a reply. "Mmm, you care about me, don't you, you sissy girlie?" He pressed himself onto me even harder and shoved his face into mine.
"Of course I do, Vyv," I replied and gave him a kiss. "I care about you very much, even."
"I care about you more than I care about anything. And that's why," Vyv raised himself on his arms after a while of wobbly struggle, "I had to fight!"
He said that and fell down into my lap.
"You had to?"
"Yes," he let out a muffled reply.
"Oh, Vyvyan." I stroked his neck very softly and watched him making himself comfortable in my lap. Was he going to sleep like that? That would've meant a very long and uncomfortable night for me.
"Vyvyan?" I said, but only heard quiet snoring. "Oh, Vyv. My adorable sadistic beast. I would never want anyone else, do you know that?" I whispered while gently caressing his head, neck and back, where his hair and clothes let me. "You're absolutely mad and I can't get enough of that, you sick bastard. I love you so much it's beyond my understanding."
After a few minutes of silence he started snarling. "I could listen to this the whole night."
It surprised me that he was actually awake the whole time and was listening to my sentimental babbling, but I kept my cool and replied in a very light-hearted tone: "I would rather get some sleep though."
He muttered something and then laughed softly while trying to sit and hold his eyes open.
"So we should go upstairs, ey?" he growled and I got up to help him stand. He refused to be supported by a girl and climbed the stairs on very wobbly legs. He even forced me to go in front of him like a good gentleman. Or perhaps because he could watch my bottom.
That bastard, I thought and had to giggle.
When we got into his room, he fell onto his bed like a sack of potatoes making the frame wail in an attempt to stay in one piece. I watched him and thought about how to make him move aside. In the end, I just jumped behind him and pushed him a little so I had some space between his smelly body and the wall. He might have fallen off so I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer.
I just hoped that if he was sick it would have ended up on the floor and not me.