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drabble for dolf
its starts innocently enough - some coverup on some acne or a bruise. Then he learns he can make himself appear older - or younger - depending on what johns are looking for and who pays better (and maybe even sometimes who treats him better) and really - he looks *good.* He doesn't immediately hate the face that looks back at him from the mirror.
Kidd likes the colours Killer uses when he's trying to look older (red would be standard) and sometimes Killer would paint him up when doing his own makeup but Kidd had to promise to wash it off before he goes outside. He doesn't understand why really, until the first time killer comes home having gotten his ass handed to him.
It wasn't the john, just a bunch of assholes who found him an easy target when there was only one of him and a group of them. They justified the hate crime by robbing him afterward.
Kidd cleans and bandages him up, bundles him in bed to sleep it off. The next time Killer's painting up to go out, he looks nervous. Kidd helps him - he's watched Killer do it for a while now, he knows how - even if he's kinda terrible at it. But it helps Killer ground himself, and it's easy enough to fix Kidd's shaky brush work.
What is not so easy is willingly painting Kidd up, no matter how insistent he is. All Killer can think about is those men going after his friend. Kidd- who just likes it because he likes how he looks - who doesn't understand all the layers of meaning that go with it. Kidd - who he really never learned to tell no to - and he should have realized that Kidd had given him a pretty non answer about washing it off before going out this time.
His tormentors are waiting for him on his way home again; Killer at least noticed them first this time, but they catch up to him all the same.
They can't afford for him to get robbed twice, and Killer's not sure he's going to be able to take them all alone. He's still not feeling great from the last beating, and he has been working for the last few hours - he's exhausted. But they need this money.
Despite his best efforts, the fight turns against him after a few blows. But he can't lose this money, not again and he's starting to get desperate.
And then a feral child that may or may not be able to tell the metal of the knives to -go away- joins the fray. Kidd wears his makeup like war paint, and brass knuckles and steel-toe boots -cower- before him. Between the two of them, they're able to get control of the fight, and soon, it's just Killer and Kidd standing victorious.
Kidd likes the colours Killer uses when he's trying to look older (red would be standard) and sometimes Killer would paint him up when doing his own makeup but Kidd had to promise to wash it off before he goes outside. He doesn't understand why really, until the first time killer comes home having gotten his ass handed to him.
It wasn't the john, just a bunch of assholes who found him an easy target when there was only one of him and a group of them. They justified the hate crime by robbing him afterward.
Kidd cleans and bandages him up, bundles him in bed to sleep it off. The next time Killer's painting up to go out, he looks nervous. Kidd helps him - he's watched Killer do it for a while now, he knows how - even if he's kinda terrible at it. But it helps Killer ground himself, and it's easy enough to fix Kidd's shaky brush work.
What is not so easy is willingly painting Kidd up, no matter how insistent he is. All Killer can think about is those men going after his friend. Kidd- who just likes it because he likes how he looks - who doesn't understand all the layers of meaning that go with it. Kidd - who he really never learned to tell no to - and he should have realized that Kidd had given him a pretty non answer about washing it off before going out this time.
His tormentors are waiting for him on his way home again; Killer at least noticed them first this time, but they catch up to him all the same.
They can't afford for him to get robbed twice, and Killer's not sure he's going to be able to take them all alone. He's still not feeling great from the last beating, and he has been working for the last few hours - he's exhausted. But they need this money.
Despite his best efforts, the fight turns against him after a few blows. But he can't lose this money, not again and he's starting to get desperate.
And then a feral child that may or may not be able to tell the metal of the knives to -go away- joins the fray. Kidd wears his makeup like war paint, and brass knuckles and steel-toe boots -cower- before him. Between the two of them, they're able to get control of the fight, and soon, it's just Killer and Kidd standing victorious.
