vignette ♪ bubble bath
Apr. 12th, 2010 06:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
himigfandom ♪ Pandora Hearts
pairing ♪ Jack/Glen
rating ♪ PG
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"What are you doing?"
Glen was impressed that Jack's voice could still reach that pitch. All of twenty-one years old and the other boy (adult, now, for the entirety of five months) apparently still possessed the capability to make his eardrums bleed.
"Nothing," he replied, and watched as Jack frantically gathered more bubbles to float over a rather sensitive part of his body. "Do go on."
"Glen," Jack said, regarding Glen with the sort of look he usually reserved for ladybugs, "I'm taking a bath."
"I was just checking up on you."
"I'm taking a bath!" Jack near-yelled, twisting to pillow his arms on the rim and glare at Glen. "What part of that needs checking up on?!"
Glen shrugged. "Perhaps you might hit your head. Again."
"I was sixteen, that hasn't happened since - "
"Or you may slip on the floor."
" - how can I even get out when you're - " His hands made frantic little wriggling motions, and Glen stared at the clean line of Jack's collarbones, " - here - "
"Or you may ingest the bubble bath formula."
" - I'm not five!"
Jack huffed.
Glen merely made himself comfortable on one of the porcelain ledges, and pulled out a book from his cloak. Jack gave a defeated sigh and sunk up to his chin in the vanilla-scented bubbles, muttering something that suspiciously sounded like 'wrinkly prune'.
"You might not want to stay in that bath too long," Glen said conversationally, turning to the page he had bookmarked. "You might melt." He paused thoughtfully. "Or I just might decide to join you."
"Glen!"
pairing ♪ Jack/Glen
rating ♪ PG
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"What are you doing?"
Glen was impressed that Jack's voice could still reach that pitch. All of twenty-one years old and the other boy (adult, now, for the entirety of five months) apparently still possessed the capability to make his eardrums bleed.
"Nothing," he replied, and watched as Jack frantically gathered more bubbles to float over a rather sensitive part of his body. "Do go on."
"Glen," Jack said, regarding Glen with the sort of look he usually reserved for ladybugs, "I'm taking a bath."
"I was just checking up on you."
"I'm taking a bath!" Jack near-yelled, twisting to pillow his arms on the rim and glare at Glen. "What part of that needs checking up on?!"
Glen shrugged. "Perhaps you might hit your head. Again."
"I was sixteen, that hasn't happened since - "
"Or you may slip on the floor."
" - how can I even get out when you're - " His hands made frantic little wriggling motions, and Glen stared at the clean line of Jack's collarbones, " - here - "
"Or you may ingest the bubble bath formula."
" - I'm not five!"
Jack huffed.
Glen merely made himself comfortable on one of the porcelain ledges, and pulled out a book from his cloak. Jack gave a defeated sigh and sunk up to his chin in the vanilla-scented bubbles, muttering something that suspiciously sounded like 'wrinkly prune'.
"You might not want to stay in that bath too long," Glen said conversationally, turning to the page he had bookmarked. "You might melt." He paused thoughtfully. "Or I just might decide to join you."
"Glen!"