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Seri, Atti and Auggie; This could be awkward.; PG-13 mild language

Life was becoming complicated. Worse, it was happening so fast that Serafino wasn't sure what to do about it. He'd only known Augusten Dunlevy for a week, and already he was worrying about him as much as he would one of his longtime friends. Moreso, even, and it was an inner struggle to keep from acting like a complete fool and texting him as soon as he went home. He managed not to, and after skipping school again on Tuesday he'd finally gone to school today but had spent the day being anywhere Augusten wasn't by spending the day hidden amongst library shelves finishing up work he'd fallen behind in over his long absence.

And now he was on his way to Atti's, because he was restless and the drive offered him something to do. And because he had a feeling he was going to have to make very large bribes to keep one very large mouth shut. He was tempted, very tempted, to text Augusten during the drive and see what he was doing since he'd only be a few houses down. He managed not to, but it was a feat. Which was kind of pathetic. Finally he arrived, without making any phonecalls and without sending any text messages and without messing around on his PDA to see if Augs was on AIM. He kicked violently at a stone on the pavement to vent his mood, and leaned on the doorbell of the Webb house in his usual obnoxious fashion.

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"Later, okay?" Serafino answered. "After you soak a little to relax and help with those bruises. I'll get you set up in one of the guest bathrooms, you'll love it. The fucking tub is deep enough to be a fucking swimming pool. Well, not really, but close. If you're done I'll take you up. And Ma'll probably be forcing some kind of dessert on us by the time you're finished."
"I really do need a bath. Do you have Mr. Bubble?" Augusten asked, blushing. "I have this thing...I just...I have to have it. It's sort of necessary for the routine. The routine is...it's important I can't explain. It just is...."

He knew he sounded absolutely insane, but he couldn't help it. Things had to be done a certain way or they were bad. "Mr. Bubble and two towels. And white wash clothes."
"Don't worry about it, I think those are actually some of the more reasonable demands for a bath I've heard," Serafino answered with a small smile. He rose, leaving his dishes behind for the maid to get, and led Augusten back out into the front hall and up one of the staircases. "You wouldn't believe some of the weird shit people ask for. Jolee needs her whole set of twelve fucking rubber ducks. Jimmy stays over and just has to have a bottle of ice water...I don't ask. My cousin Dante insists on listening to this one horrible CD every time he relaxes in the tub..."

He trailed off as he turned down a smaller hallway that led into the wing where people actually lived. They passed through a loft that looked down on the main living room, huge and white and very marble, and down a hall to where the bedrooms where. Serafino opened a door at the end of the hall and led him into the guest bathroom, which was just as large and ornate as the rest of the house.

He dug around under the sink and brought out Jolee's Mr. Bubble, moving to sit on the edge of the large, deep tub and start drawing a bath.

"Did you want some rubber duckies too?" He asked, grinning.