Bechloe prompt: Chloe discovers cut marks on Beca's arm and is terribly concerned. Fluuuuuufffffffffffffff
"Beca."
"What?" Beca pauses, hairbrush in hand, poised above her head. Chloe reaches for her arm and gently tugs it down, turning her hand palm-up and inspecting the skin. There are several long, angry red marks zig-zagging across her forearms.
Chloe looks at her seriously. "What's this?"
Beca flushes. "You're going to laugh at me."
"Of course I won't laugh at you," Chloe says, a terribly concerned expression on her face.
Beca takes a deep breath. "Okay, so I saw this cat—" Immediately, Chloe claps her hand over her mouth, a few snorts escaping. "Hey!" Beca protests, lightly shoving at the redhead's shoulder.
"Sorry," Chloe says, fingertips still pressed to her lips.
"I saw this cat and I tried to pet it but it… disagreed with me," Beca mutters, flicking Chloe on the forehead when she dissolves into giggles.
"You're just so cute," Chloe says defensively, nuzzling into Beca's side.
"I am not," Beca says, but hugs Chloe sideways anyway.
"You are. Now, do we have any peroxide?"