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crau2 memshares: blaise #4
[ CW: fire/burns, child abuse ]
You're in the garage with your father, helping him as he works on his motorcycle, mostly by holding onto whatever he hands you until he asks for it back. He's explaining the process as he goes, and you're nodding enthusiastically and listening to every word, even though you don't understand half of them.
At some point he has to get down on the floor to work with some part, and he hands you his metal lighter from the back pocket of his too-tight red pants. You've always thought this thing is really cool, probably because you associate it so strongly with him. While his attention is elsewhere, you try flipping the lid open and lighting it up for yourself for just a second...
...completely forgetting about the oily rag he handed you before this that you're still holding, which immediately goes up in flames.
He gets the fire put out pretty quickly once he realizes what's happening, but it's hard to miss the fact that he makes sure the motorcycle is out of harm's way before he bothers to deal with the painful burns on your hands.
"You really are a worthless idiot," he snarls as you cry.
You're in the garage with your father, helping him as he works on his motorcycle, mostly by holding onto whatever he hands you until he asks for it back. He's explaining the process as he goes, and you're nodding enthusiastically and listening to every word, even though you don't understand half of them.
At some point he has to get down on the floor to work with some part, and he hands you his metal lighter from the back pocket of his too-tight red pants. You've always thought this thing is really cool, probably because you associate it so strongly with him. While his attention is elsewhere, you try flipping the lid open and lighting it up for yourself for just a second...
...completely forgetting about the oily rag he handed you before this that you're still holding, which immediately goes up in flames.
He gets the fire put out pretty quickly once he realizes what's happening, but it's hard to miss the fact that he makes sure the motorcycle is out of harm's way before he bothers to deal with the painful burns on your hands.
"You really are a worthless idiot," he snarls as you cry.
