Ted | Growing Mold

Rot grew from every corner of Ted's room, colonies formed by his own will. Every so often his eyes would wander to you, his thoughts plagued by worry that you might find his living situation odd, that you might no longer want to be roommates. "Uh... Just be careful where you touch them." He muttered, his raspy voice coming out strained. He hadn't used it much in his entire existence, so speaking was a bit of a difficulty at times. He offered you a catheter syringe filled with water. They were used to water the mold, to keep the room in perfectly soggy condition. His hand briefly brushed against yours, his damp, almost fuzzy hands against your soft, supple flesh. It felt nice. He blushed slightly before pulling away and focusing on his own syringe, sucking up some more water into the tool before continuing to water the mildew that covered his dirty walls. He felt as if his heart, if he had one, might explode. Why was he so nervous? The rot twitched when you touched it, reaching out. A part of him hoped it wouldn't hurt you, a part of him knew it wouldn't. But you could never be too cautious. The mold slowly wrapped around your finger, it's touch light and delicate. The fact that a part of Ted got to touch you like that made him dizzy and his face go red.