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“I can’t believe you’d do this..” Tears welled up behind tired eyes; slow and broken sobs were gently falling and slipping to the chin.
“Please- it’s.. it’s not what you think..” His hand rested gently on the shaking shoulder, swollen eyes peered up at him through eyelashes and loose hair.
“No.. don’t even try..”
Shake scoffed.
“God, can she just let him explain? So stupid!”
He nestled himself deeper into the worn yellow recliner, green eyes focused intently on the drama playing out on the screen in front of him.
“Shake!” Frylock yelled from his room just a few feet away.
Shake heard him clearly, but prayed that ignorance would shut him up.
“Shake!!” Frylock yelled again, voice cracking with small hints of annoyance.
Silence.
Frylock stomped into the sorry excuse for a living room, eyebrows furrowed.
“I know you can hear me!”
The volume for the TV going up was the only response Frylock was given, so, he moved closer.
He noticed how Shake’s hair clumped together and shone in the sun coming through the window.
“Shake, when’s the last time you took a shower?” Frylock asked, looking Shake up and down.
“Is me ignoring you not enough evidence that I am busy?!” Shake scoffed, staring at Frylock from the seat.
They stared at eachother for a moment before Frylock quickly snatched the remote from Shake’s gloved hand and flicked the TV off.
“Hey! She was just about to get into the shower!” Shake stood up and wrestled for the remote. Despite his best (but still mediocre) efforts, the remote remained stiff in Frylock’s hand.
“Oh no, you’re not getting this back until you clean yourself. And help me with putting a picture up..”
Shake stepped back, defeated. Frylock slid the remote into his pocket.
“It’s fine. I’ll just go watch TV with Carl.”
Shake pushed Frylock out of the way and slammed the door shut on his way out.
Shake rang the doorbell impatiently.
The door to Carl’s swung open.
“Carl! Buddy-“
“No.”
The door slammed and Shake walked in shame back to his house.
“Back so soon?” Frylock lifted an eyebrow.
“Well, y’know, I realized that I won’t have you and your stupid caring-about-hygiene rules affect my hobbies.. Can I use your computer so I can order a new remote..?” Frylock grabbed Shake’s arm and dragged him down the hall,
“Just take the damn shower!”
“Fine!”
Frylock pushed Shake into the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Ok, I would like my remote now.”
Frylock stared at Shake and his dry and still greasy hair.
“Shake, I know you just ran the water.”
“I’ll let you know my hair just dries very fast, actually!”
“Where’s your towel for your body then?”
Shake’s eyes darted around the hall for a moment.
“My body dries fast too.. it’s a genetic condition.”
Frylock pushed Shake right back in the bathroom, this time, following him inside.
“Woah woah woah, I don’t know what kind of guy you think I am but this sweet bod is reserved for chicks only!”
Frylock shut the door,
“Apparently, I can’t trust you to just wash your hair by yourself,” Frylock started the water in the bathtub, “So you’re gonna have a little bubble bath and I’ll do it for you.”
“You mean I have to undress? In front of YOU?” Shake was repulsed by just the thought.
“We have been in the pool shirtless together multiple times.”
“Ok well, this is different!”
“Do you want your swim trunks?” Frylock laughed slightly asking.
“Uh, yeah! I don’t need you getting any funny ideas.”
Frylock left the room for a minute and came back holding patterned pink trunks and a plastic cup.
Shake grabbed the trunks out of his hand and held them for a second.
“A little privacy?”
“Oh, yeah.” Frylock looked away and set the cup down on the counter of the sink as Shake changed.
“Ok; I want you to know that I am letting you do this out of my own accord because I am the Master Shake and you are my servant.”
“Yeah, sure.” Frylock gestured for Shake to step in the tub that was now filled with water.
Frylock rolled his sleeves up and squirted some of the shampoo sitting on the tub’s corner into his palm. His rubbed his hands together, spreading it thoroughly.
His dark and calloused hand gently lathered the wet brown hair of his friend with the shampoo.
Frylock focused mainly on the roots, he knew that’s where most geese concentrates.
His fingers massaged Shake’s scalp, accidentally being too rough now as he worked the shampoo in.
“Ow!” Shake leaned forward slightly and turned his head so he could see Frylock,
“that hurts, asshole..”
“You could be doing this all by yourself and I wouldn’t be hurting you,” Frylock massaged harder, this time on purpose,
“but you can’t take care of yourself.”
Shake mumbled something lightly under his breath and turned back around, allowing Frylock to continue.
Frylock stretched to reach the cup on the sink’s counter, he pushed it under the water and then poured it over Shake’s hair.
He did this a couple times until he was sure the shampoo was completely out.
He repeated this process with the conditioner. Frylock tried his best to not be rough again, because despite how annoyed Shake makes him, he wouldn’t want to hurt him over something so stupid like not washing hair.
As the suds and water dripped from the dark hair to light and scarred shoulders, Frylock’s gaze softened for a moment before taking the cup and pouring water over the hair and rinsing it clean of any lingering hair products.
Shake stared blankly at the faucet of the tub, feeling Frylock’s hand comb through his hair, dumping water slowly throughout. Hearing the little comments he’d mutter.
Frylock lightly slapped Shake’s shoulders and stood up.
“Alright, I’m done.”
Shake stood up, too, and waited for Frylock to hand him a towel.
“Thank you, my loyal servant..”
Frylock scoffed as he pulled a towel out from under the sink. He handed it to Shake as he stepped out of the bath, water dripping into a puddle on the floor. Shake rubbed the towel over his hair and wore it like a cloak as he grabbed his clothes.
Frylock kneeled down to pull the plug out of the drain, the water quickly rushing away.
“You know,” Frylock stood up and smirked at Shake, who was staring at him like a kicked puppy, patiently awaiting the generous gift of the TV remote
“you still have to help me with that picture before you get that remote.”