Breaking Tissue
"helluuu !" cheered Joxter with a grin plastered on his face. a grin he simply could not keep away in Snufkins presence
"no ! go away !" the sudden cry from his beloved was therefore sweeping him off of his feet
"thats . . unusual . . and what are u covering ur mouth for ?"
"nothimpf !" cried Snufkin before stumbling backwards at the approaching farther
"oh, plss let me have a look, have u bitten ur tongue again ?"
"no-ei, ei, ei ! stay back ! stay b-"
Snufkin, turned and tumbled away, but was grabbed around the waist. his nose tiltled forward and almost had a flirt with the floor, but Joxter held him firmly, preventing a further luff story with the two objects
"nao, when u've finished falling, will u then please tell me what's going on ? why r u covering ur mouth ?"
with one forceful blink, did Snufkin push the unwanted tears (though not the anguish) back down the pit of his skull, halfly clutching the one arm of Joxter that was tied so neatly around his waist, the other covering just a tad bit more than his mouth, yet being careful as to not let any fabric scrape the sensitive area
". . . u . . u really dislike me, don't you . . . how come ?"
Snufkin muffled a loud and terribly unclear 'no' several times in a row
"u have to tell me what i've done wrong ! i won't let u go before u've told me ! how could i possibly confront myself with it, if i have no clue as to what it is ?" Joxter was getting genuinely upset. and Snufkin could hardly stand it
"its- !" and the flustered Snufkin whipped around in Joxters embrace, facing him with no cover to protect his mouth anymore. when Snufkin found out, it was too late
"what . . is that . . ." wide eyed, and with a trace of true conspiracy - Joxter had in Snufkins confusion took hold of both his small hands. and so they stood, red nose to red nose
Snufkin shut his eyes closed after a brief glance over his confronters face. but Joxters eyes were fixed unremovable on the littlest pouting lips
now, mostly all of Snufkins upperlip looked completely normal. but then there was this thing - though it wasn't a thing, it was the lip - on the lower lip, that was a dark, vibrant and almost purple blue, with a tint of green in the middle, and a milky white crisp all around the edge
it was a plague in form of one big, and one smaller snowflake-like dot on Snufkins otherways pretty fine lips
and they were utterly infected with putrefaction
"oh Snufkin . . ." mumbled joxter with grief and guilt of who knows
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry ! i don't know what happened - it started out okay, but then it just wouldn't stop ! i don't know what to do but i didn't wanted u to worry and its-"
Snufkin was cut off by his own sobs, (running nose and all) did he tremble noticeable in his fathers grip
Joxter was quick to let go of his sons hands and instead catch him in an embrace that would make a bear proud. he buried his nose into the smaller scarecrows neck, letting Snufkins head tittle above his own shoulder
"oh no. oh no no no. it could never be ur fault. if anything, it'd be mine. i should've noticed this a lot sooner. and we will find a solution to this, so please don't worry luff"
and as Joxters mind worked like burning fire, as to just how he could help his son, whilst Snufkin emptied his mind and all the scary days gone with suppressing and hiding, did a small tissue in his skin break again, and the plague grew slightly bigger