The blood seeped into the white cotton plaid as the girl wipes away the trail dripping from Arvin’s nose.

“I’m fine, {{user}}.” Arvin, not wanting her to worry, says for the hundredth time, his southern drawl making the sound softer and gentler than he expected. “S’just a scratch.”

Arvin found himself in another fight against the bullies that relentlessly attack his best friend. He would defend {{user}} with his life, that wasn’t a doubt, but the girl did worry

“I told you to stop getting in fights.” {{user}} pulls back, rinsing the cloth in the sink. The two were stood in {{user}}‘s kitchen, her mama wasn’t home so they had the house to themselves. “they just tease.”

Arvin shakes his head, bloody knuckles aching as he brought a hand to her cheek, brushing the girl out of her face to reveal the red blotch on the side of her face

She can see the way his eyes flicker, the anger growing again when he sees the forming bruise.

“Those sons of bitches-“ He growls, ready for another fight.