Too Much Physics

fuck this person

You act as though I don't have better things than just my hand.

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“So I’m intentionally pissing you off by talking about previous boyfriends I’ve had? Sorry should I just totally forget I ever had a love life just because you have a thing for me? Since I talked about him before you kissed me last week. How about I talk about Rauf, or Antonio, or Shaun?” he demanded angrily, meeting Altair dangerous look for dangerous look. Just because he worked behind the scenes didn’t mean he was some push over. “Because I dated them too, some of them for quite a while. Abbas? Fuck, he was a road bump,” he then very debility pushed his glasses back up. “So don’t tell me who I’m allowed to fucking talk about since if I ever decide to get with you and we’re done, damn right I’ll talk about you too and what a fucking dick you are.”

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“And you’re not?” Malik demanded right back ignoring Altair’s tone completely. “In case you forgot Altair, you’re one of the most infuriating men I know. It’s like you go out of your way to piss me off and make me worry and get on my nerves,” he narrowed his eyes back at Altair. Fine, Altair wanted to argue, he’d fucking argue.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…  I’ve messed up a job here, gotten an injury there.  I’m not going out of my way to fucking worry you.  Pissing you off, sometimes that’s intentional.  Looks like you do the same, though.  You don’t have much room to talk right now.”  He was still giving Malik a dangerous look, though his anger now was almost calm, not his usual rampaging tirades.  

"So I'm intentionally pissing you off by talking about previous boyfriends I've had? Sorry should I just totally forget I ever had a love life just because you have a thing for me? Since I talked about him before you kissed me last week. How about I talk about Rauf, or Antonio, or Shaun?" he demanded angrily, meeting Altair dangerous look for dangerous look. Just because he worked behind the scenes didn't mean he was some push over. "Because I dated them too, some of them for quite a while. Abbas? Fuck, he was a road bump," he then very debility pushed his glasses back up. "So don't tell me who I'm allowed to fucking talk about since if I ever decide to get with you and we're done, damn right I'll talk about you too and what a fucking dick you are."

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“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed at all,” Malik said flippantly, not at all disturbed by Altair’s mood. “Not as though I have to try very hard it seems. Just mention my ex and you get all huffy and pissy,” he spoke a bit with his hands as he talked, showing how unimpressed and unafraid he was with Altair’s attitude. Though Altair’s scowl made his heart speed up a bit, because he knew Altair could be dangerous when he wanted to. All part of being friends with a hitman really, you got used to it and… enjoyed it? Something like that.

He gave a low growl, glaring at the man beside him.  ”Right.” he growled, his voice dangerous.  ”But you were trying.  What are you trying to get at here, Malik?”  Malik was going from telling him to calm down all night to intentionally riling him up.  It was driving him crazy, not knowing what the hell the other man wanted from him.  ”You are absolutely infuriating.”

"And you're not?" Malik demanded right back ignoring Altair's tone completely. "In case you forgot Altair, you're one of the most infuriating men I know. It's like you go out of your way to piss me off and make me worry and get on my nerves," he narrowed his eyes back at Altair. Fine, Altair wanted to argue, he'd fucking argue.

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“And I’ll just beat you again,” Malik said nicely. Because really, it was Altair, no way he’d ever beat Malik. “I mean with a team like that no way you’ll ever beat me,” he scoffed. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised, you just started. Little baby trainer Altair,” and he ruffled Altair’s hair, knowing it annoyed him. Truthfully he liked when Altair was kinda pissed, cause he was usually so freakishly chill and withdrawn and anger was an emotion he could get out of Altair was that’s blundering, socially inept stupidity. “Though don’t feel too bad, not even Abbas could beat me when we played.”

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed at all," Malik said flippantly, not at all disturbed by Altair's mood. "Not as though I have to try very hard it seems. Just mention my ex and you get all huffy and pissy," he spoke a bit with his hands as he talked, showing how unimpressed and unafraid he was with Altair's attitude. Though Altair's scowl made his heart speed up a bit, because he knew Altair could be dangerous when he wanted to. All part of being friends with a hitman really, you got used to it and... enjoyed it? Something like that.

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“Whimsicott,” Malik said in a sort of sing-song tone. “She’s been with me since my first play through of Black. Not good for competition, but she’s powerful. Don’t be such a sore loser Altair,” and he nudged Altair’s leg with his foot. He pushed his glasses properly up his nose, still grinning. “One day you might be able to beat me,” though really he didn’t get Altair’s mood. Malik had won fair and square, no items, no legends, no cheat teams or special teams like sandstorm or endurance teams or flinch specialists. Just his fun team.

“Yeah, yeah.” Altair muttered, sitting back up.  ”I’ll get back to you on that once I take down the Elite Four, or whatever they’re called.  I apparently still have a lot of training to do.”  He frowned and looked down at his DS.  He wasn’t relishing the thought of more training, but he didn’t want to just give Malik a win and never redeem himself.

"And I'll just beat you again," Malik said nicely. Because really, it was Altair, no way he'd ever beat Malik. "I mean with a team like that no way you'll ever beat me," he scoffed. "Though I shouldn't be surprised, you just started. Little baby trainer Altair," and he ruffled Altair's hair, knowing it annoyed him. Truthfully he liked when Altair was kinda pissed, cause he was usually so freakishly chill and withdrawn and anger was an emotion he could get out of Altair was that's blundering, socially inept stupidity. "Though don't feel too bad, not even Abbas could beat me when we played."

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Malik sniped Altair’s DS from him so he could properly close out the match and not get it marked as a win in his favor. As he did he snorted, grinning widely, “Not my competitive, just my fun team. Not my fault I had an answer for everything you wanted to throw at me,” he said triumphantly and mashed A until they were back in the Union room before tossing Altair is DS back and saved his game at his leisure with a broad grin. “Who knew you were such a sore loser,” Malik said, the shit eating grin he was wearing probably didn’t help.

He briefly glared at Malik before turning back to his DS to leave the Union Room and save his game.  ”Fuck you, Malik.” he muttered.  ”Just your ‘fun’ team, my ass.  I barely even got half your team down.  You beat me with a fucking cotton ball.”  He gave an over-dramatic sigh and fell against the back of the couch.

"Whimsicott," Malik said in a sort of sing-song tone. "She's been with me since my first play through of Black. Not good for competition, but she's powerful. Don't be such a sore loser Altair," and he nudged Altair's leg with his foot. He pushed his glasses properly up his nose, still grinning. "One day you might be able to beat me," though really he didn't get Altair's mood. Malik had won fair and square, no items, no legends, no cheat teams or special teams like sandstorm or endurance teams or flinch specialists. Just his fun team.

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“Well, I say competitive but it’s just with the mini league at Columbia,” Malik shrugged as he flicked his system on. “Give me a minute I need to get my team,” he added and flew to the nearest Center and swapped out his pokemon and made his way to the Union room. He grinned when he saw Altair wandering around the room. “Ready?” he asked engaging Altair in a conversation and asking him to battle. “I’m ganna destroy you,” he said with a not so nice grin.

“Oh come on!” Altair whined, flipping his DS closed with more force than was strictly necessary.  ”What the hell was that?  You said you weren’t using your competitive team, or whatever.  What do you have like Super Pokemon, or something?!  You just decimated my team!”

Malik sniped Altair's DS from him so he could properly close out the match and not get it marked as a win in his favor. As he did he snorted, grinning widely, "Not my competitive, just my fun team. Not my fault I had an answer for everything you wanted to throw at me," he said triumphantly and mashed A until they were back in the Union room before tossing Altair is DS back and saved his game at his leisure with a broad grin. "Who knew you were such a sore loser," Malik said, the shit eating grin he was wearing probably didn't help.

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“I can haff mathed potatoths too,” Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. “Jutht thuff that won’t get thawt in tha hole and thit,” fuck this was annoying. “Thank you,” he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. “Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane,” he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

“Thut up Theo,” Malik rolled his eyes at him. “Thanks for thoming, I gueth. You thidn’t hath to,” but he smiled at Leo all the same, cause it was nice having a friend who would show up for you doing something sort of insane. Like getting a little piece of metal jammed through your tongue.

“No problem, Malik. It’s just one of those things where a friend makes a difference. I figured you’d enjoy the company.” He shrugged, smiling back at the other. It just didn’t feel right to leave the other like that, especially after he had picked the artist to tell first.

"Or thiwtthess... witness," he wouldn't let that one go, "my thupidity. Altair's," he made sure to pronounce Altair's name right too, "thoing to ve tho annthoid he thisn't allowed over thor a while," he rolled his eyes, showing what he thought of that. "I'm ganna tho get thome popthicles and thuff," he smiled. "And thork on this thucking thisp!!" he cried in anguish. It was pissing him off so much. "Tho nothing exthiting. i'll thee you arouthnd right?"

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“I can haff mathed potatoths too,” Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. “Jutht thuff that won’t get thawt in tha hole and thit,” fuck this was annoying. “Thank you,” he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. “Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane,” he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

"Thut up Theo," Malik rolled his eyes at him. "Thanks for thoming, I gueth. You thidn't hath to," but he smiled at Leo all the same, cause it was nice having a friend who would show up for you doing something sort of insane. Like getting a little piece of metal jammed through your tongue.

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"I can haff mathed potatoths too," Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. "Jutht thuff that won't get thawt in tha hole and thit," fuck this was annoying. "Thank you," he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. "Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane," he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

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