#malakaimoody

❛      nobody     likes     children     that      argue       ...      EXCEPT     ME   !!       ❜

“Okay, so before you say anything,” she said, dramatically dropping her bag to the floor, “I would like to say that I am being wrongly persecuted. Whatever the headmaster told you, it’s a lie. He has it in for me! I am the Joan of Arc of this school.”

She flopped herself into the chair across from him.

{✿} – Of all the people in LazyTown he could have held hands with, Robbie Rotten would have been the last on his list. He would have assumed the same for the villain, if he weren’t the one who’d so insistently approached him & grabbed his hand, that day. Malakai had to consider reality, for a moment. Was this an alternate universe in which Robbie & himself were actually friends? He didn’t particularly mind; Malakai had no enemies, rather, he was justconfused, but wasn’t he ever? Slowly turning towards Robbie, he searched for any visible signs of distress that may have caused him to reach out, but was only met with the same shifty demeanour Robbie usually wore. ❝………Greetings, Robbi - uh, Mr. Rotten…..a-are you watching the birds, too?❞ he questioned dubiously, looking vaguely apprehensive. Usually, Robbie only ever willingly sought his company to question the sanity of his teachings, or to berate him for some kind of disturbance to his naps, so this was an unexpected turn for their typical nature of exchange to take. In fact, it seemed slightly foreboding. This was one of Robbie’s tricks, no doubt, but what was he plotting, here?

the   villain’s   hand   was   wrapped   around   the   others   tightly .      not   in   a      warning   or   threatening    way  .    not   in   a      fearful   or    looking - for -comfort    way             ━━━━  but   he   was  TENSE  ,   nevertheless.         his   eyes   were   constantly   moving   ,    his   eyelids     twitching     slightly   with   the   effort   to   keep   that   COMPULSIVE   SMILE     on   his    face .     he   tried   his   best   to   appear      calm   ,   collected    &    cool .      like   holding   a   stranger’s   hand   was   one   of   the   first   things   robbie   did   in   the   morning  .       he   completely   ignored   the   man’s   question   at   first  ,    too   busy   scanning   the   area   around   the   town’s   square   in   search   of     something.       or     someone. 

        ❜       huh   ?     oh .     yes.       sure.        whatever .       ❜      

   robbie   said   quickly  .    at   this   point,   robbie   would’ve   let  go   of   the   man     &    pretend   that   short   hand   holding     never   happened .               but   he   didn’t     .   &    then,    there   in   the   distance  ,     something     very   fast    &   very   blue        came   cartwheeling   down   the   road.         robbie   INSTINCTIVELY     stretched   his   back   to   maximize   his    height,      &    tugged   on   his   vest,      hand holding   on   tighter   now .           ❜ .     ah  ,    what   a   lovely   afternoon   !         so     sunny   &     warm    &   beautiful .      ❜          robbie   called ,   voice   completely    void  of  emotions.      once   he   was   sure   he   had   caught   the   hero’s   attention  with   his   loud   voice  ,  he   turned   to   malakai ,    grinning   WIDER  than   before.  

                         ❜         don’t    you    agree .            DEAR      ?       ❜    

Sometimes, the best part of CJ’s work day was leaving the hotel and avoiding work. Not even officially her lunch break. She just chose a small chunk of time to text her brothers and leave, usually to hang out in a restaurant or coffee shop somewhere close by. Today, it was a coffee shop watching people come in and out, listening to their orders and judging some while taking notes for others. 

“ Oh... ” Alita breathed quietly with a single nod of her head, her eyes averting elsewhere. Anywhere but at him. Hearing him say that reminded her that she, too, was missing someone. 

She wondered if someone he loved dearly had died as well. Not a day goes by where she didn’t think of and miss Hugo. She wished she could bring him back. Losing someone you love hurts so much more than actual physical pain. Physical hurt eventually goes away but emotional hurt? Well, it felt like that would never leave.