Angel Feathers (Septiplier AU) boyxboy

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Sean carried Mark back to his shitty apartment he called home, setting him on his bed. Chica followed, sitting patiently.

"Sean?" Mark says as he watched the green haired male take a first aid kit out. "Before you help me, I want you to help Chica. It will be much faster and I want her to be okay," he says.

Sean was taken back for a moment, staring at Mark. He hesitated before replying with a nod, taking out bandage wraps and a big pillow he never uses. He sets it on the ground, allowing for Chica to use it as a bed as he wrapped her wings gently and close to her torso.

Mark looked away, not wanting to see her baby girl in pain. On the sidetable, he sees Sean's phone, picking it up. He turns it on, gasping in surprise as it lights up, a picture of Sean and Felix as his lock screen.

"That's an Iphone 7," Sean says, sitting next to Mark. "Have you ever seen one?"

Mark shakes his head. "No."

Sean warns Mark before cleaning his cuts, the liquid stinging Mark's skin a bit. "Slide your finger to the right," he says.

Mark does as he was told and watched in amazement as the phone was unlocked, revealing several folders and loose apps on the screen. He begins to mess with his phone.

Sean chuckles at Mark's child-like wonder as he begins to wrap Mark's wings up and put bandages on his cuts. He soon finishes before working on Mark's leg.

He hums. "It's luckily not broken. There's just a large gash that will take a long time to heal," Sean informs Mark, already starting to sterilize it.

Mark didn't mind, his leg numb for a while due to it being asleep. He runs his fingers through Sean's green locks of hair. "Why is there grass on your head?"

He stops for a moment, slowly looking at Mark, and eyebrow raised. He began to laugh softly. "It's hair dye, not grass."

"Hair... dye?" Mark looks at him.

"It's like food dye but for your hair," Sean explains. He rubs Mark's thigh gently to soothe him.

Mark nods. "So, highlights for your whole head," he mumbles. He wrapped his arms around Sean, holding him closely. "Thank you," he mumbles.

Sean's while body stiffened before hugging him in return. "You two should rest. I'll make you some food and quickly run to the store for Chica's things," he explains.

Mark nods, slowly pulling away from the Irishman. "Okay," he carefully makes his way under the blankets to not hurt himself, having Sean tucked him in tightly.

He picks Chica up and sets her next to Mark before walking out of the door.

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Mark woke up to the scent of macaroni and cheese, corn, and freshly grilled hotdogs. He looks over to the side table, seeing a plate in Sean's hands, who was just about to poke Mark awake.

"Oh, hey!" Sean says, a bit surprised. "I made you some food. I also got you a glass of water."

Mark sits up and takes the plate. "Thank you. Did you feed Chica?"

"Yeah. First thing I did when I got home was feed her," Sean explains. He sits on the bed with Mark, Chica at their feet.

Mark ate, snuggling up to Sean's side, who didn't really mind all that much. "There's so many things I have to learn about," he mumbles.

Sean nods in agreement. "How did you... die?" He asks, voice soft.

He winced, the memory coming to mind. "I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand," Sean says, rubbing Mark's knee gently.