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CallmeKevin x RTGame
Sunlight filters through the window, lighting up the room. Both Kevin and Daniel groan synonymously.
"Why the feck did you think it was a good idea to leave the curtains open?" Kevin mumbles, voice muffled by the blanket draped over his face rather than his legs.
Daniel stretched out in a starfish-like shape, while Kevin rubbed his eyes. "You keep getting up at like noon and forgetting to eat, that's why." Dan laughed as Kevin laid back down. He had to shake him awake, eventually.
"Get up!" Dan shook the taller boy until he gave in and got up. But only after muttering a string of curses.
"I'm gonna make breakfast." Dan said with a grin. Kevin's eyes slightly widened with a mixture of apprehensiveness and fear.
"What? I can make breakfast."
"I dunno Dan.. last time you almost burnt the feckin' house down."
Dan pulled a face, taking mock offense. "Did not!"
"Sure you did, the fire alarm went off!"
"Fire alarms are dumb," Dan said with a sniff. "Anyway who are you to call me out for almost burning down the kitchen one time? You're the arsonist."
Kevin shrugged his shoulders, a defeated laugh escaping him. "Okay fine, go make breakfast."
Dan punched an arm in the air in victory, leaving the room to head to the kitchen. Despite his convincing, Kevin was still a little concerned.
He sat up in bed and opened his phone, absent-mindedly scrollimg through twitter absent mindedly. Every now and then there was a clatter or other loud noise from the kitchen.
Kevin was immersed in an image of some fanart one of his fans had made when there was a yelp and a loud "shit!" Followed by a clatter of metal.
Kevin shot up off the bed, eyebrows creased with worry. Dan had obviously hurt himself. Though to be honest, it was inevitable.
He came across Dan clutching his finger, a sharp knife on the kitchen tile, a cutting board on the counter. He easily pieced together what had happened.
What concerned him the most was the black blood dripping through Dan's cupped hands onto the tiles.
"Kevin," Dan breathed, gaze locking onto Kevin's. He must've been able to read the shock in Kevin's eyes, while he realised he'd never seen Dan's blood.
He'd heard horror stories about exactly this. Heard about the fear that it bought. Their significant other murdering them after they found out.
Dan wouldn't do that, right?
He was the first to break the hanging tension between them, the only other noise the drips of jet black blood hitting and staining the floor.
"Kev, I have not paid for music since like 2006."
Kevin blinks as he processes this.
"Oh. I kinda forgot that was a crime."
A chuckle slips out Dan's lips, a raspy laugh spilling from Kevin. He kinda can't believe that he doubted Dan for a second.
"Me too, to be honest."
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Dan's POV
Inside, he breathes out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god he still doesn't know about the time I ate a child."
