#laughterlives

     “Actually, I want directions to your ass.” Cue a wink and elbow rested on the counter as he leaned forward. Fuck!! Why was that the first he thought of? Roll with it, just roll with it. Maybe that coffee won’t get thrown in your face.

The young Sheikah had been lurking around, his latest attempts at being allowed to play with other children had been rebuffed again and he’s quietly settled   hidden behind some boxes playing alone.  He’s still rebuffed for his appearance, not so much anything other than his eye. Many believing despite the elders words that the boy was a curse. Its rather lonely but he tries, and fails to make friends.

He almost doesn’t trust his voice, almost, because seeing a ghost after so many years its too much and he’s reaching up to cover his mouth, so many emotions so much its almost overwhelming, it hurts deep in his chest. “Ver-ro?” he whispered softly.

The taller Sheikah just pops out of nowhere, ready to defend Verro. Well you found him, and he is highly upset. Good job. Someone might die. Least we know it wont be Verro.

Well that certainly caught the attention of the Shadow warrior as he looked to the other, ruby red eyes wide  in surprise, it was, not normal for Verro to say such things, at least he had never said things like that before and Malik can’t quite comprehend that for a moment, in fact he thinks he might have heard him wrong.  “ Repeat that Verro. I don’t think I caught that.”

Malik is rather stunned staring at Verro who has shown up at his door in a rather ... revealing outfit and the taller male doesn’t know quite how to deal with this. He can process a considerable amount of things but Verro in what appears to be a French Maid Outfit is not one of them. He can only stare and gape at the other with a look akin to a fish that has been suddenly jerked from the water.