Fire Ring × Broken Spawn (Part 3)

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"I understand your fridge is empty, I knew it. So, I brought some rolls, milk, and cereal so you'll have something to eat. I'll check, mind you." Ring said this with a slight smile, which immediately made Spawn feel better. As if all his problems had gone away, and nothing was bothering him at the moment. Ring was with him, and that was the most important thing right now. After a while, they were both sitting on the couch, and Ring silently watched Spawn eat a roll and milk. He was even kind of glad he'd eaten. A smile appeared on his face, which he immediately tried to erase. Spawn noticed this out of the corner of his eye and smiled too, seeing this picture. Then Ring suddenly spoke up.
"And anyway, when was the last time you washed yourself, huh?" Ring said in a slightly serious voice, looking closely at Spawn. He put the cup of milk on the table and wiped his mouth with a napkin, answering
“I don’t remember..” Fire Ring sighed heavily and said
"You onion-colored woe, what are you doing to yourself?" Ring rose from the couch in one movement and, after making sure Spawn had finished eating, dragged him into the bathroom.
"Do you have any clothes to change into?" Ring said, deftly grabbing a towel from the dryer. Spawn nodded, watching his friend's actions. Ring nodded back, taking his hand to help him climb into the bathtub without slipping. The water turned on, and Spawn sat there, his knees tucked under him, rejoicing in the moment they were together. While he was thinking, Ring had already managed to apply shampoo to his hands and begin gently rubbing it into Spawn's hair. He found these actions incredibly calming, like the best lullaby. Spawn simply relaxed, feeling Ring thoroughly wash his hair.

After a while, Spawn was already sitting clean, in new clothes, and most importantly, in the warm embrace of the ring. What could be better in the world than this? That's right, nothing.

"Maybe he's not that annoying after all."
Thought Fire Ring