i and i (1x1)

Keith was still red, "Personal thing, yes, personal" He squeaked. Despite being mature, Keith still felt really akward about some things, despite his past and issues like that.
"Yea, I'd like you guys to move in" He said, almost shyly.

Oliver smiled, although it was half hidden by his ear. The blush was still in his cheeks as well. His current image was adorable, considering he was now stammering. "A-alright." he replied, leaving the subject of the 'personal thing'.

Keith laughed, relieved as his blush left his face. He glanced at his cast, water proof, which was nice.
"Can I go shower?" He asked, he felt like he were still covered in mud, and all he wanted to do was go get cleaned up.

Oliver cringed. You HAD to ask. Curse you, my beloved..., he thought as he told him. "You've got a nasty gash on your right leg. It'll hurt if you clean it, or move it at all, but I'll help you in the bathroom." he said, pushing an arm under Keith.

"What gash?" He asked, sitting up with Oliver's help and trying to look at the gash.
"So what, no showering?" He asled. Oliver was offering to help him, but he wasn't sure what he was allowed to do.
"Oliver?"

"You can take a bath or I could...uh...Well the gash is right here." He said, flipping away a wisp of the blanket and showing Keith the bandage, which covered most of his lower leg.

"Christ" Keith said, staring at the huge bandage.
"Oh god" He fell back against the pillows. "A bath?" He shuddered, Keith was not a fan of baths. "How do I do that without soaking my leg?" He asked curiously.

"It'd help clean it out, and I don't think it'd be a good idea for me to support you in the shower." Oliver replied, looking away. He knew very well what getting in the shower with Keith would reveal.

Keith smirked.
"You couldn't support me in the shower. I'm a bit bigger, and heavier then you" He teased, stretching.
"So I'm supposed to let it get wet?" He was confused, that would mean undoing the dressing, which sounded rather painful.
"Any other options? I really hate baths" He shifted, managing to sit up and swing his legs over the bed. He figured he could hold himself up in the shower, he winced, testing his legs. Well, one of them was fine, the other buckled the second he put some weight on it.

"Sit down" A voice rang out, Keith whirled, looking at his twin guiltily.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Adrian snapped, narrowing his eyes, shaking his head and frowning. "Do you realize how beat up you are? You're not getting out of bed" His twin was growling at him, narrowing his eyes,
"Listen to your boyfriend, at least he has some sense"

Keith winced, listening to Adrian, letting him push him back on the mattress.
"I just wanted a shower" Keith grumbled.
"A shower? Are you freaking insane? And how are you gonna stand in the shower? Cause there's no way in hell I'm showering with you, and Oliver couldn't support your weight. So, no showering, in fact, no getting out of bed" Adrian bristled.
"You want to clean up, I'll get you a basin of water, a cloth and some soap"

((Oliver has writer's block.))

OOC: Okay..

Keith growled under his breath at his twin, though he looked desperately at Oliver.
"I can shower" He grumbled. Adrian snorted.
"Right, alright, try standing?" He said, hands on his hips, shaking his head and frowning. Keith sucked in a breath, "Fine" He said, pushing himself up again, he was to stubborn to give into the idea of a sponge bath, particularly if his brother was going to be such a pain in the ass.
Pushing himself up, he balanced for a moment, his face twisted in time. "Urgh" He grumbled, "Damn" He whimpered, falling back on the bed.
"Ha" Adrian crossed his arms victorious. "I'll get that warm water and sponge" He said, looking at Oliver.
"Can you handle him? I need to go get some food" He stepped out of the room, returning with two bowls, one with soap, one without. He put a cloth down on the bedside table.
"See you two later" He winked teasingly at Oliver.

Oliver blushed, then nodded at Adrian. He looked at Keith and his ears fell back. I can't believe I'm going to do this!, he thought, covering his eyes with his overly expressive head appendages and picking up the cloth.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Keith yelped, looking at Oliver as he grabbed the cloth. Keith was perfectly capable of cleaning himself, he wouldn't mind the help, but it would be so embaressing.

Oliver looked at him. "I was gonna clean your leg for you..." he said looking at the cloth he was wringing in his hands.

Keith nodded, "Are you sure you can handle that?" He asked, he was guessing the rabbit didn't want to see the wound. "Cause I suppose I can attempt to do that"

"No, I don't want you to strain yourself trying to get to it. I'll clean it for you." He said, dipping the cloth into the soapy water.

Keith chuckled, "Strain myself?" He sighed, leaning back against the pillows.
"How can I strain myself even more then I already am?"

"Then stop straining. Imma wash you leg and Imma not give the the cloth 'till I do." he said, lifting it.

Keith stuck his tounge out at Oliver.
"Fine" He said with a small frown.

"Alright." Oliver began to rub the wound with the soapy cloth to clean it.

Keith hissed, "Owwwww" He whined, that really, really hurt.

Oliver's ears flattened. "You know it has to get clean sometime." he said, finishing.

"No, it could rot for all I care" Keith grumbled, he knew he was behaving childishly, but damn it all his leg hurt.

"Stop being so childish." He said, rinsing the cloth and drying the wound before wrapping it.