"Shut up and kiss me, you stupid fool!" Malik said suddenly, simply for the pure ridiculousness of imagining Malik ever saying such a stupid thing, especially to Altaïr, of all people, and Kadar even mashed their squishy heads together with the usual immature kissing sounds to complete the image.
The door opened abruptly.
Kadar's head snapped up, his dark face paling slightly when he saw that Altaïr and Malik had finally returned- and together, for some odd reason. He glanced down at the dolls, then their owners, then back at the dolls again before dropping them like they were on the fire.
"Kadar..." Malik started slowly, looking slightly confused and disturbed. "What are you-?"
"I'm going to go study," Kadar announced suddenly, and loudly, drowning out the question as he jumped off the bed and pushed between them to escape. He stumbled slightly in his escape when Altaïr decided to stick out his leg in retribution for laying on his bed, but quickly regained his balance and fled to the library- the only safe place in the fortress where bodily harm of novices was frowned upon.
"...you need to teach that boy some manners," Altaïr grumbled quietly after a long, awkward silence and walked over to his bed. He noticed the way the dolls had fallen- with the Altaïr doll on its knees, face smashed into the covers, and the Malik doll laying over its back suggestively- and frowned at the implication. With little to no shame, he plucked the toys up and switched them around so that Malik was on the bottom, standing back to view the new position and nodding in satisfaction.
"There. Much better, don't you think, Malik?" he smirked at Malik over his shoulder, who rolled his eyes and muttered, "You are so insufferable, Altaïr."
"You love it," Altaïr goaded smugly. Malik clicked his tongue in annoyance and closed the door before swiftly crossing the gap between them. He grabbed him by the front of his robes and pulled him close, his eyes sliding shut halfway in and lips quirking into a small, playful smirk.
Re: All Life's A Stage [4/4]
The door opened abruptly.
Kadar's head snapped up, his dark face paling slightly when he saw that Altaïr and Malik had finally returned- and together, for some odd reason. He glanced down at the dolls, then their owners, then back at the dolls again before dropping them like they were on the fire.
"Kadar..." Malik started slowly, looking slightly confused and disturbed. "What are you-?"
"I'm going to go study," Kadar announced suddenly, and loudly, drowning out the question as he jumped off the bed and pushed between them to escape. He stumbled slightly in his escape when Altaïr decided to stick out his leg in retribution for laying on his bed, but quickly regained his balance and fled to the library- the only safe place in the fortress where bodily harm of novices was frowned upon.
"...you need to teach that boy some manners," Altaïr grumbled quietly after a long, awkward silence and walked over to his bed. He noticed the way the dolls had fallen- with the Altaïr doll on its knees, face smashed into the covers, and the Malik doll laying over its back suggestively- and frowned at the implication. With little to no shame, he plucked the toys up and switched them around so that Malik was on the bottom, standing back to view the new position and nodding in satisfaction.
"There. Much better, don't you think, Malik?" he smirked at Malik over his shoulder, who rolled his eyes and muttered, "You are so insufferable, Altaïr."
"You love it," Altaïr goaded smugly. Malik clicked his tongue in annoyance and closed the door before swiftly crossing the gap between them. He grabbed him by the front of his robes and pulled him close, his eyes sliding shut halfway in and lips quirking into a small, playful smirk.
"Shut up and kiss me, you stupid fool."
For once, Altaïr gladly obliged.