We've Always Loved The Color RED

what the what

(umm the original bugged out if it's still broken let me know) 

Gavin sighed as he set down the phone, turning back towards the killer that was now bouncing up and down on his sofa. His new sofa. He let out a frustrated growl.

"Get off the couch, monkey!" Gavin yelled from the kitchen.

"But I wanna playyyy!"

"Absolutely not! The last time I 'played' with you I got my ass kicked!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off then." Jimmy muttered, jumping a few more times before stalking over to the stove where he was working. Gavin just rolled his eyes, doing his best to ignore Jimmy, who was now making his way up onto the counter.

"What is the point of having you up here?" Gavin asked. Jimmy just giggled, squishing Gavin's cheeks with his bony little hands.

"Because I feel like it." he purred.

"And why must you touch my face with those grubby paws of yours?"

"I like your stubble-... hey! They're not grubby!" Jimmy exclaimed, looking quite shocked. The younger man pulled his hands away, staring at them quite closely.

"They are, Casket. I would say that I don't know where your hands have been, but I do. And don't want that touching my face." Gavin told him.

"N-no! I washed them and everything!" Jimmy whimpered. Gavin sighed quietly.

"...wash them again and then you can touch my stubble, ok?" he questioned. Jimmy's eyes widened before he nodded, hopping off the counter.

"You'd better watch!"

"Fine." Gavin muttered, rolling his eyes before turning off the burner. He followed the killer to the nearest sink. Gavin watched as Jimmy turned the water on and pumped some soap into his hands. After a minute or two, he was done.

"Are you satisfied?" Jimmy hissed, glaring up at him with a surprisingly aggressive look.

"Oh calm down, you goblin. Yes, I'm satisfied. Thank you." Gavin sighed. The Americans eyes softened.

"You're welcome! Now go back to cooking or whatever, and I'll annoy you!" Jimmy purred. Gavin just shook his head.

"Well I'm pretty much done cooking... you should have some. I don't want leftovers." he muttered. Jimmy nodded. Gavin put some on a plate, handing it to Jimmy. The killer ran off, leaving Gavin by himself. He sighed, grabbing his own plate before walking out to the living room. He sat down, not surprised at all when the killer crawled up next to him.

"I finished my food."

"Already?!"

"I was hungry... and I still am. " Jimmy muttered. Gavin frowned.

"I guess you could have my food. I can just make myself something else." he grumbled, pushing his plate towards him. Jimmy stared at it for a second before shaking his head.

"No... not food. Remember the last time we were together? And you said that I could drink your blood?" he questioned. Gavin's eyes widened as he scooted away. 

"H-hey, you know I didn't mean it."

"Pleaseeee? You said so!"

"I wasn't thinking when I said that. You know that." Gavin sighed. Jimmy suddenly fell quiet, the energy of the room turning from playful to sinister in just a matter of seconds. He jumped when the younger man grabbed his chin, directing his gaze towards him. Their faces were just inches away.

"Listen to me. Either you let me feed, or I'll leave you forever."

"That's not a very good punishment."

"Oh, so you want me to leave you here to wallow in self pity? Think over all the horrible things you've done to your friends and family? Cmon Gavin, you know you need me here! Just let me bite you!" the killer begged. Gavin glared at him. He honestly couldn't believe that Jimmy had just said that to him. He was pissed. But, as much as he hated it, he knew that Jimmy was right. Gavin would be all alone if it wasn't for him. He could never face his family after what he had done, and Jimmy knew it. 

"Fine! Fine. Just shut up." he growled. Gavin rolled up his sleeve, holding out his arm. 

"Thank you! See how easy it is when you don't argue?" 

"Just-... warn me? I mean you can't ju- JIMMY! I SAID WARN ME!" he screeched as the younger man bit into him. Gavin instinctively tried to pull away, but Jimmy's grip was strong. He had no choice now but to endure until Jimmy finished 'feeding'. After what seemed like hours, the younger man pulled away. 

"That was delicious~" Jimmy groaned, wiping the blood from his lips. Gavin looked down at his arm. 

"Damn! You really tore up my arm." he gasped. Jimmy frowned.

"Sorry, Gavin! I-I was hungry." the killer whimpered, pulling him into a surprisingly tight hug. Gavin rolled his eyes, using his good arm to hug him back. 

"It's fine. Go get the bandages." Gavin ordered. Jimmy nodded, running off on all fours for no literally no reason at all. The Brit muttered to himself, leaning back on the couch. He was surprised that he even had a shred of his sanity left after all the things Jimmy had done to him.

"I'm back! I didn't know if you wanted something specifically, so I grabbed all of it!" Jimmy exclaimed, placing packages upon packages of gauze and medical supplies onto the couch next to him. 

"Thanks... I guess." Gavin sighed.

"Now fix yourself up!" Jimmy squeaked. Gavin grabbed some disinfectant, pouring some on. He winced as it began to fizz. 

"Dirty little twit." he hissed just quiet enough that Jimmy didn't hear. He just hoped that he wouldn't get any diseases. Gavin wrapped the gauze around his arm, using some medical tape to help it stay in place. He frowned, seriously regretting his many decisions in life as Jimmy crawled up next to him, beginning to paw at his stubble again. The things he did for company. 

someone help him. seriously.