Tagged by: hana-and-sakura
((Don’t think I’ll be tagging anyone else. I’m so late to the party anyway, eheh. I’m still around, promise, just frazzled.)
"I’m over a century old I am not little. And I’m taller than you.”
"I’m over two centuries old. Compared to me, you are little. I am aware; I’m shorter than everyone.”
"…I’m not little.”
"You are little compared to me. And you pout like a newbuilt still."
Max caught sight of that look, and though he didn’t say anything at first, squeezed the other’s shoulder. “…Are you alright?” he finally asked.
Raichu started, as if only just realizing Max was there, and reached up to smooth his blond hair. With his sore hand. Ow.
"Of course I am."
The repair work was quick, and once Max had replaced the wires where they should go and closed Raichu’s hand up, he gave it a pat and let it go, before wrapping an arm around Raichu. “There. It should be done now.”
The blond gave his father an odd look, curling his tender hand against his stomach. There was an odd sort of tenseness about him, though he didn’t react to Max’s touch at all.
"Suit yourself," Max said, entirely focused on fixing Raichu’s hand as he clipped some of the wires to untangle them. "I’ll still snuggle with you after all of this is over."
One canine sank into his lip without him noticing. It hurt, a lot, but he never once made a sound. His pale green eyes remained fixed tensely on what Max was doing.