Word Count 200 (double-drabble)
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“Well, this was the intended purpose.”
“I know that, Horatio. But it is—strange. It seems unseemly somehow. I don't know.”
Archie heard the little jar pop open in Horatio's hands. The smell of rosemary filled the room.
“What are you laughing at?” Archie was bristling, nervous.
“After all that we've done, this is unseemly?”
Horatio's touch was firm and warm, but it was strange even so.
“I'm ticklish, I might laugh.”
“S'all right, you can laugh.”
“Ooh.” Archie twitched away, and Horatio let him, and started at the top again.
“How does that feel?”
“Its all right, its just --”
“I know, that's a big scar there. Didn't heal right, either.”
“Some people put glass out – old bottles, things like that. Some threw them.”
“Hmm.” Did Archie feel the hate that pumped with Horatio's heart, for such as would do that?
“Why did you not have shoes, Archie, did you leave them in the jolly?”
Toes now, Horatio treated each with precision. He did not look up,
“No. Had them when I got to prison.”
“Lost them the first day.”