Scott opened the door to his house, walking in. He lifted a hand to feel his spikey, sticky Mohawk, grinning. His had dried like a little echidna. Vincent's long hair had turned as stiff as a board. There was so much sugar in the cola that when Vincent bent a strand of his hair, you could hear a snap from the film of sugar coating it breaking.

Walking into his bathroom, he threw off his clothes and started up the shower. After it got hot, he stepped in. The water melted the sugar, and his hair became a sticky mess. Squeezing shampoo onto his hands, he began to wash it out.

After about half an hour, there was a loud buzz from the bathroom sink. Scott had just finished washing the suds out, so he was still wet, but after a few more buzzes, he figured it must be important. Hopping out of the shower, he dried off his arms and picked up his phone.

08:50pm Vincent: Hey, Scotty.

08:51pm Vincent: How's the hair?

08:51pm Vincent: Do you still look like a hedgehog?

Scott rolled his eyes and chuckled, typing back.

08:52 Scott: More like a soggy hedgehog... I was actually in the shower when you texted.

08:52 Vincent: Don't get your phone wet.

08:53 Scott: Thanks for the tip, genius. How's yours going?

The next second, Scott's phone lit up with a picture of Vincent, completely naked, from the stomach up. He had his tongue out, eyes narrowed seductively, and was pointing to his ridiculously pointy hair.

(( Credit: _-Darren-_ for the amazing fan art. You the mvp, dude. Thank for drawing the exact scene I was wishing I had a photo of. ))

Scott wasn't looking at the hair.

He blushed furiously at his phone. That chest. Daaamn. Were those abs? Oh, gawd, those were totally abs. Vincent's body was dripping wet, and that stupid flirty look on his face. It is so illegal for a person to be that hot...

09:00 Scott: I didn't need a photo, idiot.

09:00 Vincent: I can /feel/ your blush from here~

09:00 Scott: No, it's just, my phone screen cracked.

There was silence for a while. Scott chuckled, "Take that."

09:03 Vincent: Ow. Right in the self-esteem.

09:03 Vincent: Chance of a photo back?  😇

Scott stared at that last text a little bit, the blush from before getting worse again. Should he, shouldn't he? It wasn't like the photo would show off anything - erm - too private. Biting his lip, he clicked on the camera and spun it around to face the front. Holding it at arm's length, he snapped a quick pic of his spikey hair and chest.

((Art credit Rymoka!! Thank you so much! So cute <3 ))

The chat went silent for a bit, and Scott found himself getting nervous. That was a stupid thing to do. A very, very, very stupid thing to do!

09:06 Vincent: I think that's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. You look so nervous! <3

Scott felt his blush getting worse at Vincent's compliment, along with a mixed feeling of relief that he hadn't sent it to Mike or something awful like that.

09:06 Scott: Oh, shut up.

09:07 Vincent: I'm serious! Look at you blushing and biting your lip like that~ I'm fanboying.

Scott rolled his eyes, laughing.

09:08 Scott: >//< Shut up! You sound like those teenagers at work.

09:08 Vincent: You're sending naked photos to the teenagers at work?

09:09 Scott: WHAT?! NO! Agh. You know what I meant.

09:09 Vincent: Ah, so you mean I'm the only person getting this fanservice?~ I rather like the idea of that~

09:09 Scott: Oh, come on! I was only showing you my hair.

09:09 Vincent: Whatever you say, lover-boy~ ;)

Scott's face was practically on fire at this point. He was glad he was alone so nobody could see him blushing over the texts - or sneaking a second look at that photo Vincent sent. His phone buzzed again, and he looked down, but this time, the text wasn't from Vincent.

09:12 William: I need you to take the night shift tonight.

Scott's eyes widened. He'd never done the night shift before. It was still a relatively new thing, and usually the Boss took it. He wasn't sure he was totally comfortable with spending the entire night in the same place where children had been murdered.

09:12 Scott: Seriously? Tonight, at midnight? I don't know, I just came home...

09:12 William: I know. It's a big ask. But you're the only one I trust with the restaurant after hours.

Scott let out a sigh, shoulders slumping.

09:13 Scott: Alright. Midnight.

09:13 William: Thanks, Scott. I promise I'll give you overtime.

Scott rolled his eyes, switching to Vincent's chat.

09:14 Scott: So guess who has to do the night shift tonight?

09:14 Vincent: No way!

09:15 Scott: Yes way.

09:15 Vincent: Are you crazy?! Staying at that place alone overnight!? You'll be killed!

09:16 Scott: Don't be dramatic. I won't be killed. They're just robots.

09:16 Vincent: You don't understand. You can't do it alone. I'm coming with you.

09:17 Scott: What? No! I'm fine, Vincent.

09:17 Vincent: You don't get a say in this. I'm coming to help out.

Scott frowned, frustrated. Annoyed that Vincent wouldn't just leave him alone for once.

09:18 Scott: You don't have to follow me around everywhere. I'll be fine.

09:19 Vincent: You just try and stop me.

Groaning in annoyance, Scott locked his phone and threw it down on the bench. He had stuff to do. Finish washing the soda out of his hair, try to catch some Zs, then get ready to tackle the night shift.

With Vincent.

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