Do you think Dan knows when to stop washing his face? You know, since he shaved his head again.
He washes his face, stops at his forehead and gets confused and carries on to the top of his head, carries on to his back. He goes all the way down the back of his legs round his feet back up his legs, over his stomach then back to his face. It's a vicious cycle.
Dan's stood there in the bathroom for half an hour trying to wash his face. Completely naked, absolutely frustrated. He slips into a tantrum and starts stomping his feet with anger.
He cries even more before getting in the shower because he has to take all his tie dye clothes off and his Pleasures sweatshirt.
Every time he washes his face it ends in him just getting in the shower because he’s covered in soap. The tantrum is carried to the shower with Dan. He ends up stomping so heavily that he slips and creates the loudest fucking bang ever.
Kyle rushes up to the bathroom door to see what the loud bang was about. He starts knocking frantically on the door.
"Who's in there?! Dude, is everything okay?"
"nO, Kyle, I've just slipped in the shower. I need help! The door's unlocked"
Kyle helps Dan and they resolve his face-washing problem. Dan finally realises that he was angry due to him being hungry again.
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Dysfunctional Family
FanfictionIn another universe where Bastille are actually a biological family. Based on the odd conversations of @weliveinthiswildworldd and @baadsteal on Instagram.
