•~B̳a̳d̳ h̳a̳b̳i̳t̳s̳~• (Version 3, Russel)

•~watching him practice on drums~•

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•~*You had a bad habit of biting/chewing on your lip due to anxiety, and it helped soothe you a bit. Russel was in his room playing his drums, practicing for the next show. You were sitting on the couch against the wall and watching him. Suddenly he curses in pain, causing you to panic slightly*~•

“Shit, man..” •~*He growls, stopping his practice and holding his wrist as he looks at his hand. He smacked his hand on the edge of the snare and it managed to cut him. You walked over to see what had happened, and when you saw blood your eyes widened and you started chewing on your lip again*~•

“Oh my, are you okay, Russ? What do you need? I’ll take care of you-“ •~*You stumbled over your words slightly as you looked up at him. But he just laughed*~•

“Don’t worry, little one it’s just a small cut. I’ll be okay..now stop biting that lip of yours, you’re gonna hurt yourself” •~*He gently reaches his other hand up that wasn’t injured and put his thumb on your chin, pulling your lip from your small nibbles*~•