( most of baby's own injuries are superficial. at least, he thinks they are. scratches along his neck and over an ear, some burns that he can barely feel given how overstimulated with worry he is. even some of his hair has been charred, but those are little things in comparison to what he finds on mystery the moment he pushes his hair back.
his handsome face...
reluctant to let go of him, baby forces himself to leave mystery in one of the barstools shoved up against the island once they're in the kitchen. he fills a bowl with warm water and searches for something clean so he can wipe some of the blood from mystery and see how deep the cut is. )
Me too, ( he says eventually, unsure if that really begins to answer anything. ) But it's so quiet now.
( can mystery sense that too? gently, he wipes at the blood on his face, his expression turning hard. )
It feels like a trap. ( because why else would they be there after failing so miserably? )
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his handsome face...
reluctant to let go of him, baby forces himself to leave mystery in one of the barstools shoved up against the island once they're in the kitchen. he fills a bowl with warm water and searches for something clean so he can wipe some of the blood from mystery and see how deep the cut is. )
Me too, ( he says eventually, unsure if that really begins to answer anything. ) But it's so quiet now.
( can mystery sense that too? gently, he wipes at the blood on his face, his expression turning hard. )
It feels like a trap. ( because why else would they be there after failing so miserably? )