Azure

Azur and Tutaim have been in a relationship for a long time and sincerely love each other, despite the fact that they are quite different.

Azur has always been a neat person. Yes, he may have a few problems with his head, but that doesn't affect his patient, kind, and cozy appearance, which can't be said about Tutaim.

Tutaym hasn't washed his clothes for days, which will soon, with great and enormous probability, become torn and unwearable; he hasn't washed his shaggy hair, which will never get along with a comb, and lazily, as if spreading like a stain, he lies in bed, constantly fantasizing about his Spawn cult, which has settled in his head like a real mosquito on a motionless, depressed human body. The cultist is friends with his own crazy, like himself, cockroaches, both in his head and in his modest, long-unwashed room, which probably needs airing. Tutaym can also forget about eating, from breakfast to dinner; taking the pills necessary for his mental health and morale; visiting a world of unimaginable, so vivid dreams at the right time... What's going on with him there?

Azura couldn't help but be annoyed by the fact that his boyfriend was so self-conscious about his appearance that he could be charming and incredibly attractive. Yes, the hatter loves his other half, who can't help but complement his life and all that, but this unshaven brat needs a bath. Consider that a form of care, I suppose.

The Hatter stood sternly and intrigued, hands on hips, staring at the unusual object of his affections. Finally, the question that had so intrigued the respectable man rang out:

-Are you going to wash yourself?