"I wouldn't dream of it," Altair promised, their foreheads almost touching they were around close. After a few seconds of silence, broken only by their breath, Altair leaned over and kissed him. Malik kissed back, squeezing Altair's hand firmly. Altair tasted faintly of Lebanese food and rich spices and Malik was actually disappointed when the other man pulled away. "Off to work with you," he breathed and let go of Malik's hand. Slightly flushed Malik nodded and retreated going back into his office building.
He slumped into his chair with a sigh. Almost immediately Rauf poked his head over their divider. "Where the hell were you?"
"Lunch," Malik said in a grouchy, gruff tone. He really wanted Rauf to fuck off.
"With who?"
"A, what makes you think I was with anyone and B, if I was, what makes you think it's any of your business?" he growled. He didn't know why but he didn't want the others to know about Altair. At least not yet. He'd only broken up with Ezio a week ago, he didn't want to give them any wrong impressions that he was.... well at the very least kissing and going out to lunch with another guy. He wouldn't call them dating really since... he didn't know. He just didn't want them to know and he was damn well within his rights to do so.
"You're usually not late unless you're on a lunch with someone. Last time you were you and Daniel somehow were late by fifteen minutes on a damn sandwich run," Rauf said furrowing his brows.
"Oh shut up Rauf," Daniel growled from his cubical. "I didn't mean to make us late."
"And you still got my order wrong," Rauf added.
Daniel just made a wordless groan of annoyance, his words 'oh shut up' obvious. "What Daniel said, shut up Rauf," Malik said smartly. "None of your business."
"Uhg, you're killing me here Malik," Rauf groaned but did retreat back into his own little box. Malik turned back to his computer, ignoring any further comments from any of them. -- We're so close to the end I can taste it! Just two or three more short scenes and yaaaaa!!
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (77?)
He slumped into his chair with a sigh. Almost immediately Rauf poked his head over their divider. "Where the hell were you?"
"Lunch," Malik said in a grouchy, gruff tone. He really wanted Rauf to fuck off.
"With who?"
"A, what makes you think I was with anyone and B, if I was, what makes you think it's any of your business?" he growled. He didn't know why but he didn't want the others to know about Altair. At least not yet. He'd only broken up with Ezio a week ago, he didn't want to give them any wrong impressions that he was.... well at the very least kissing and going out to lunch with another guy. He wouldn't call them dating really since... he didn't know. He just didn't want them to know and he was damn well within his rights to do so.
"You're usually not late unless you're on a lunch with someone. Last time you were you and Daniel somehow were late by fifteen minutes on a damn sandwich run," Rauf said furrowing his brows.
"Oh shut up Rauf," Daniel growled from his cubical. "I didn't mean to make us late."
"And you still got my order wrong," Rauf added.
Daniel just made a wordless groan of annoyance, his words 'oh shut up' obvious. "What Daniel said, shut up Rauf," Malik said smartly. "None of your business."
"Uhg, you're killing me here Malik," Rauf groaned but did retreat back into his own little box. Malik turned back to his computer, ignoring any further comments from any of them.
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We're so close to the end I can taste it! Just two or three more short scenes and yaaaaa!!