Whiny Bastard

Krylya stayed silent, staring at the floor. He dug his claws into the cushions of the couch underneath himself, struggling to ignore what's going on behind him.

"You really have to take better care of these things," Cynibirus remarked as he preened Krylya, shifting through the man's feathers. He picked up the wet rag he had previously cast aside and began cleaning off some of the blood around the wound on Krylya's wing, sighing.

The silence was soon broken by hisses of pain. "That hurts!" Krylya growled as he swatted at Cynibirus's hands, batting them away. "Stop it."

"If we leave it be it'll just get worse," Cynibirus commented as he grabbed Krylya's wrists in one swift swipe and held them away from himself. "Stay still so I can help you."

Begrudgingly, the alatura settled down, only simply twitching and flinching at the pain of having his wounds tended to.

Cynibirus gave Krylya a reassuring pat on the back as he began to wrap bandages around his wings. Krylya, quick to protest, flailed his wings and leaned away. It only served to exacerbate his wounds and leave him whining in pain.

"Stop struggling so much, I'm only trying to help you!" Cynibirus exclaimed with a glare as he manhandled Krylya back into place, trying his damnedest to hold the taller man down. Krylya grumbled out a few insulting words before settling down for the umpteenth time, finally allowing Cynibirus to dress his wounds.

The silence was tense, nearly deafening. It surrounded the both of them and blanketed the interaction in unadulterated awkwardness and discomfort. Cynibirus finished bandaging Krylya's wing, pulling away from the man and staring at him with an irritated gaze.

Krylya spared a glance, making eye contact for only a moment. He soon averted his gaze, face red with embarrassment.

"Come here, big guy," Cynibirus invited after a few minutes of silence, holding his arms out for a hug. Krylya offered a sad whine, leaning over and wrapping his arms around the fuzket. Cyni gave Krylya a comforting pat on the back, smiling.

"Sorry," the winged man apologized, lowering his head in shame.

"It's alright," the other forgave, reaching a hand to push Krylya's face up, looking him in the eyes. "You know I love you, even if you do decide to be a whiny bastard."

Krylya quickly shoved Cynibirus away with a pout, glaring. The other man in question only cackled.