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what happened to your finger?!

ringo watched as john tenderly placed his finger over his charred one. ringo winced, making john frown at him.

what on earth were you doing up there? john demanded.

"nothing!"

ringo clasped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide in shock. john moved back, bewildered. then anger.

"what the actual fuck were you doing up there, ringo?"

ringo faltered under his glare. he looked away, nibbling on his bottom lip. john yanked his arm.

"ringo i'm asking you!"

"nothing!" he yelled. "i wasn't doing anything bad!"

"i swear," he growled. "if i find out you're lying to me---"

"i wasn't doing anything bad, john." he insisted. it felt so natural, coming out of his lips.

with one last, angry sign, john left.

it better not be.

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