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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
Lawdy
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 12:15 am (UTC)(link)Malik is a jackass employee.
Malik this happen, anons.
Re: Lawdy
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 12:23 am (UTC)(link)'Malik this happen'
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 12:41 am (UTC)(link)I was hoping someone would notice, LOL.
(Actually, when I was in class, I told the T.A. to "Malik this happen" (Hell, yeah, it's great to try to squeeze out better grades), and he was like: ... Are you trying to be funny? Because I'm going to dock points on your assignment. -_-)
Errr
Re: Lawdy
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 02:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Lawdy
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)If I didn't refuse to associate myself with anything related to Walmart I'd totally fill this. Also... I'm way to nice of a person to customers to even know how to be a jackass employee.
Re: Lawdy
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 11:44 am (UTC)(link)malikin' this happen, bro - customer support [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:21 am (UTC)(link)Altair spun around and almost gave the other man whiplash with the loose strap of the 36D bra. By some feat of remarkable reflexes, however, the employee (because it was an employee, judging from that obnoxiously blue vest that was approximately one and half sizes too big for even the stranger's broad-shouldered frame) leaned back just in time to avoid getting clawed in the face with the hooks that usually kept the lingerie in place.
They stared at each other, powder-pink and flower-embroidered bra hanging between them, and Malik ('Malik Al-Sayf,' it read, on the plastic name-card clipped to his breast pocket) glanced down, glanced up, and then, altogether too coolly, remarked, “I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're at least a forty-something around the chest, sir.”
Altair proceeded to drop the exceedingly complicated silk-padding-and-wire contraption to the ground, only bowing to slowly pick it up when Malik gave him an unsaid but visually-blunt-as-a-brick look that clearly implied his life would be infinitely better if customers didn't always go around knocking merchandise to the ground and not picking it up. “Look, it's not what it looks like,” Altair said, hooking the brassiere back on one of the racks haphazardly. “I was looking for shin support bracers, the kind for running. And the lady must have misheard what kind of support I was looking for-”
With impatient, jerky motions, Malik snatched the same bra up and put it back with its D-size counterparts, rather than leaving it to stay forever ostracized with the rest of the double-F's. He looked like the sort of person that was in an eternal state of annoyance, and the job at Walmart probably didn't help with that any. “I'm only here to help, not judge,” he said, raising a brow in a very judgmental manner.
Altair resisted the urge to sock the man in the face, temper flaring and a fist already winding back. Malik didn't even flinch, dark eyes taking in every shift in muscle like he was reading it, feet sliding an inch or two further apart, like he was bracing, like he was ready to roll with the blow and deliver one back, and it was only then, when Altair looked for his fists, that he realized the reason he could only find one was because there was only one to find. The fire wheezed out of him, eyes widening, and reluctantly but surely, he swallowed his quickfire pride and muttered a quick, “Sorry.”
To his credit, once he recognized Altair was no longer threatening him, Malik looked amused. “Did you just notice now?” he asked, straightening. “Usually that is the first,” and only, “thing people see.”
Altair looked up, frowning. “I usually look people in the face when I'm talking to them,” he muttered, and despite that, found that his eyes drifted down curiously anyway, traitorous as they were. He could see the taper of muscle very vaguely through the folded long sleeve, and even with that blue monstrosity draped over his shoulders, Malik had the lithe composition of an athlete (or once athlete).
“I can see that,” Malik said dryly, after a moment, following Altair's wandering gaze. “Well, my face is up here, sir. If you were having difficulty finding that, too.”
Snapping his head up, Altair at least had the decency to look embarrassed, and he looked away, even if gazing across a meadow of polka-dotted and rainbow-striped bras was really no more respectful in the least. Without irritation clouding his features, Malik actually looked somewhat approachable, and there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, too, as he swept them over this stranger who had not recoiled or made some derogatory remark about his handicap (because it wasn't as if those types of patrons were in short supply at Wal-Mart), who hadn't even seen it at first, and somehow, that was infinitely better than compassion, than kind-hearted sympathy, than pitying glances out of the corners of their eyes.
customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)Altair lifted his head, looking surprised that an employee, with their big, bold, Can I Help You's emblazoned across their backs, had actually offered a word of useful advice. “Oh, right.” Looking awfully glad to be moving away from the incriminating backdrop of this little exchange, Altair sidestepped Malik and rejoined the world of the morally sound by stepping back onto the main path. He paused once he got there, ducking his head and hiding his expression under his hood for an instant before turning around. “Thanks, Malik.”
Looking down at his name-tag, Malik shrugged nonchalantly. “Just doing my job, sir.”
“Altair.”
Again, that look – vaguely curious but reigned in, mouth pressing into a thin line as Malik gauged the situation and no doubt tried to think of the most politically correct, customer-is-always-right response. He smiled a little, and even if he managed to make that look vaguely mocking too, Altair smiled back. “If I recall correctly, the shin bracers are in aisle six, Altair,” Malik said, hooking a thumb into his pocket and settling back on his heels, the posture open and not at all hostile, and this time, Altair's attention didn't even flicker to the other man's arm – he was too busy staring at his face.
“And where can I find you?”
Malik's brow knit. “What?”
“What aisle can I find you?” Altair repeated, more slowly this time. The delivery was not smooth or suave, more earnest than charming, more awkward than not. Malik stared at him for a moment, and Altair stared back, brave and unflinching, looking as if he, too, might roll with whatever blow Malik was planning and preparing for a counterattack. His eyes were golden, strange and warm (not like any of that Hot Topic contact shit that teenage pot-heads came in wearing all the time), and they regarded Malik as cautiously as Malik regarded him. Malik was vaguely reminded of some Animal Planet program he saw once, with two birds of prey circling each other over some territory dispute.
“Aisle three, check-out, after six,” Malik said, tilting his head back to give Altair a measuring glance.
Looking incredulous for a second, Altair quickly recovered, half-turning back in the direction of aisle six in the pharmaceutical section – Joint Support and Sports-Related Accessories. “Right. Thanks for the help – I'm sure I'll find it,” he said quickly, jogging off and making a beeline for the area so quickly that Malik wouldn't have been surprised if he scampered up one of the walls like a monkey and jumped his way from shelf-top to shelf-top until he reached his destination.
Malik rolled his eyes, turning back to tell Maria, who had paged him over in the first place, that the strange-man-checking-out-girl's-underwear problem was under control. “I'm sure you will,” he muttered, smirking to himself.
Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:40 am (UTC)(link)I'm just as surprised as you, Altaïr. But then again, it's Malik~
Anyway, writer!anon... you are awesome for filling this. I'm sure we all can relate to this. I too have encountered a disabled employee and thankfully had the decency to not stare/point out his missing arm. He very much appreciated it~ :3
tl;dr - thanks for the fill, even if I'm not OP.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:47 am (UTC)(link)ULTIMATE FAIL, ALTAIR.
Seriously, he actually FELL for support bracers to be in the lingerie section? Did he not SEE THE DAMN WOMANLY DECORATIONS AS HE ENTERED SAID PLACE?
XD Hahahahahahaha
Damn, writer!anon; Altair's pickup line wasn't suave, but YOU were, especially with Malik's jackassery and the hint of AxM (YES, HALLELUJAH).
Funny thing is, I just came back from Walmart.
I had to go buy a staple gun (so I can shoot staples at my enemies).
Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:19 am (UTC)(link)I hope Altair does find his way back, even if it means braving the depths of WalMart again. :3
Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 08:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 09:20 am (UTC)(link)Oh god I can so see that happening X'''D
Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 11:23 am (UTC)(link)This line:
not like any of that Hot Topic contact shit that teenage pot-heads came in wearing all the time
absolutely killed me, as did:
the strange-man-checking-out-girl's-underwear problem was under control.
This was quite well written and not to mention absolutely HILARIOUS. And quite in character. Lovely, anonny-non-non. <3 Not OP sends you pixel cookies.
Re: customer support [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 05:37 am (UTC)(link)