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The young woman approached the lanky man behind his back, raised her finger and pointed at a certain spot. "Damn, look at that giant, hairy rat."
Hearing her voice, the young adult turned and was taken aback when he saw her forefinger was pointing at his face. He frowned. "Were you talking about me? No, wait, don't say it. I know, you are going to say that I have the resemblance with that chef-rat from Ratatouille, right?"
She dropped her arm to her side, it was her turn to frown. "No, I was talking about your hair all along."
"What about it?"
"See yourself, you have eyes."
He rolled his eyes and did what she said. He grabbed his phone and used it as a mirror, then he saw a big, gross hair-like that clumped and sticked behind his head. He was flabbergasted rather than disgusted when he took that clump with his two fingers and then he looked at her. "What the hell is this?"
"That is called hairball," she answered, nonchalantly.
"Hairball? You're saying this is a hairball that came out from a cat?!" She nodded, then his face turned morbid as he got rid of that nasty thing from his hand. "Was that your cat's doing?"
She gave him a funny look. "Who else?"
He deadpanned whilst accumulating his conclusion. "Last night ... it wasn't you who stroke my hair?"
She shook her head. He facepalmed with his other hand.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I wanted to, then I remembered there was something important I had to do first. Besides, now you knew, right?"
He groaned. "This is why I don't want a cat roaming around my house." Then he wiped the last over from the hairball to her shirt.
She shrieked and backed away from him.
He chuckled. "Revenge."
She glared at him. "It wasn't my fault!" She grabbed a spray of sanitizer and sprayed it towards him. "Now you are cleaned, nasty boy."
"The nasty one is your cat, if I find him, I would kick him out of the house."
She scowled. "You won't dare."
He sighed. "Of course I won't. I am too scared of my own wife."
"You know, Witch, I always wanted a little sister," said Warlock whilst combing her hair.
"Then tell your parents to make one." Witch blurted.
Warlock pouted. "It's not that simple."
"It IS simple, Warlock. Lock them on their bedroom, play a romantic music, roses on the mattress, and let their animal instincts play the part, then--- OUCH! Don't pull that strand too hard!"
"You have the wildest imagination, Witch," he replied, no regret in his voice when he hurt her. "As I said before, it's not that simple."
She didn't respond anymore and Warlock huffed lightly. "But I'm glad, really. I've met you and Wizard, it's more than enough. What I have been yearned all this time is a connectivity towards people and having quality times with them. So I consider you as a family. I couldn't thank enough towards you and him."
Witch glanced backward to him and one corner of her mouth pulled up slightly that he now knew that was her smile. Something gleamed in both of her eyes, something warm and welcoming and a little teary, perhaps?
"I'm older than you, you know," Witch breathed.
He laughed. "Still, I consider you as a little sister because you're smaller than me."
Warlock believed that Witch was a human form of a cat. She liked to annoy him and Wizard, but her favourite was the latter. She liked to lay down on the soft bed whenever she talked to them in their headquarter, ehem, Wizard's room. She also had a boring look on her face, but when you thought she didn't listen with that expression, she actually heard every words you say.
Warlock believed the term of "don't judge by its cover" on Witch. Everyone said she is the Ice Princess that gave cold shoulders and shut down everybody, but she accepted him and Wizard. She let her real her to be visible to them only. Though Wizard hated this side of her, Warlock didn't. Instead it gave him opportunity to know her depthly and emotionally. And Witch let him do that.
For they had some kind of bond together, perhaps a bit tighter since he somehow could understood the underlying meaning of her every words. Therefore he rarely got offended by her mocks, for he was glad that he met Witch in his life.
"You have that stupid looks again." His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the Witch's voice. He looked up and their eyes met. Her face was flat, but her eyes shone with a little confusion and concern.
"Just got lost inside my head," he chuckled. Witch frowned and flicked his forehead with her fingers. "OUCH! That is actually hurt, Witch!"
"Don't get too long swirling in your mind, it's not good to roam around the unknown."
"Yes, yes, I know."
She messed his hair and pulled him forward. "C'mon, let's go to Wizard's house. It's our schedule to annoy him."
"Not our, but yours," he laughed and walked with her side by side.
Exhausted from the numerous of student council's works, Wizard entered his house with slumped shoulders. He bid his sister good night and walked towards his room, but when he neared the door, he heard a laughter from a boy. And he groaned so loud that he hoped the person, or how his intuition said there are two people, inside his room hear it.
He opened the door and started to confront them. "Don't you two have a house to live?"
The boy turned his head towards his best of friend and waved. "Welcome home, Wizard. How's your day?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't answer his, neither." The one who replied that was none other than the Witch herself.
"Touché, but that's not important anymore," said Wizard, he blew out a breath from his mouth. "Can we please, not making my ROOM as our MEETING place? Besides, tonight is not our usual schedule!"
"First of all," chirped Witch, she propped her chin with her elbows on the mattress, "to answer your previous question, we do have a house; mine is too spacious while Warlock's is too small to fit three people. Second of all, the first time you suggest our meeting was your house, your room which is neither of both of our houses have. So the last but not least, this is not our meeting place, but our headquarter."
She was bombared at the same time by the two boys from "How did you know my house is too small?" to "Those are just your mere excuses to make me suffer more!"
She smirked and laid her back on the bed, his bed more precisely, then closed her eyes without answering them.
Warlock pouted and looked at Wizard. "How do you think she knows my house's size?"
Wizard rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "Perhaps she somehow has her own method to rummage our personal information."
"Now, do tell me, Warlock," began Wizard as he started to sit on his bed, "why did the two of you c--- OOF!"
All the sudden his bottom was landed on the hard surface of his room's tiles and Warlock can only flinched with the sound it made. "What the--- WITCH! WHY DID YOU---?!"
"You almost sat on my right foot, I didn't want your butt on it," said Witch without opening her eyes.
He frowned. "How did y--- oh, forget it, I know you won't answer anyway." Wizard rubbed his sore bum whilst settled his sittimg position.
"You okay, Bud?" Concerned was flashing on the Warlock's eyes.
Wizard could only sneer. "Yeah, should've known better about the Witch's curse on me. As I was saying before, why did you two come here? Any important stuff to tell me or what?"
Warlock shrugged. "None, actually."
"Then why the hell you're here?" He bewildered. "In the middle of the night?"
"You know, I cannot turn down Witch's suggestions. She always brings me in whenever she wants to put a surprise on you and I always accept because, well, she is the only one who knows how to press your button," Warlock chuckled softly, his eyes landed on her sleeping form then a second after they switched to Wizard. "It's like uncovering another side of you, unlike what people at school say about you being the handsome geek, especially your fangirls gossiping."
Wizard hummed and nodded, thoughtfully. "Yes, I agree she's the only one who can make my temper to the limit." But then his eyes hardened. "But that still didn't answer my question."
Warlock gulped hard and he tried not to show his anxiousness, but it still showed on his voice. "W-What was your question again?"
Wizard didn't reply, instead his eyes started to bore onto Warlock's and the poor boy couldn't move an inch. "I knew it, you both are using my fast network's connection this whole time, am I right?"
Warlock's mouth was agape and it seemed he couldn't form a sentence. Wizard only sighed and got up. "You should have never fall on Witch's allure, note that. Now, you," he said, pulling her feet, "out of my bed, right now!"
And to answer that, she kicked his balls.
"You are such a sore point, Wizard." She narrowed her eyes towards the said male who had both of his hands between his legs, with his face morphed from a handsome to a twitching face.
"You made me sore," his voice was small and a bit squeaky, "in both places."
She stretched her back whilst yawning. "Your welcome, and now I am not sleepy anymore."
Wizard tried to reply her remark but he was stopped when someone handed him an ice pack. He didn't know Warlock grabbed this from the kitchen, how fast was he? When Wizard looked up, his friend's face was unreadable. Now, who was supposed to be angry again?
"Alright, that's it." Warlock's voice was cold, even Wizard could feel the sharpness in it. "Witch, apologise to Wizard."
Witch's face was frowning and there were wrinkles on her forehead. "Why should I?"
"You kicked him in his balls."
"So?"
"That's our vulnerable spot and it hurts us the most."
She snorted in unlady-like. "Yeah? And what about childbirth? Women do that all the time when MEN want their offsprings, forced to be good wives with fertile uterus just for-"
She was halted when Warlock pulled her body forcely from the mattress and put her on his shoulder like a sack. "Wha--- PUT ME DOWN, WARLOCK!"
"You won't apologise, so I'm going to take us home," he said then glanced towards Wizard who has perplexed expression. "Just lay down with the ice pack and you'll be fine. See you tomorrow at school, Wizard."
And they left whilst Wizard forgot about the pain in his core.
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"I am the forest and the forest is I," the fairy said.
No wonder, the young prince thought. No wonder she smelled like grass and rain, her presence felt like a cold breeze whether she passed him or stand beside him, her touch was as soft as petal. And he seemed to seek that feeling, feeling to be one as nature itself.
"W-What are you doing?" the fairy shrieked, when the prince held her arms and spun her in the air. "Let me down, Prince, or you'll regret it!"
The prince only chuckled, but he didn't stop twirling her. "I would never regret anything that involves you."
She snorted. "What are we doing exactly?"
"This is called dancing."
"Dancing?"
"Yes, when we move our body rhythmically to the music, it is called dancing."
The fairy furrowed her brows. "I don't hear music in the middle of the forest."
"I thought you have the sharpest hearing between us," the prince grinned and stopped their movement. "Look around you, my sweet fairy! The gentle wind that rub the leaves, the beetles flying around, and the flowing river are the music for our dancing."
When he mentioned it, she could hear it clearly. And yes, it sounded like a music. Then he once again moved their feet to the rhythm. But when she leaned her head on his chest, she found that the real music was his beating heart.
my ocs from "neither good nor evil" wip, based on this prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers
Erna bursted into her archenemy’s office, making a loud noise that would disturb other employees. With a knife in her palm, she yelled when her eyes saw the figure she hated the most in this world.
“Randika, I’m going to kill you!”
The man who sat on his desk only raised his thick eyebrows whilst slurping a mug. Those sentences didn’t bother him nor her sudden outburst. Instead, he waved and smiled widely at her, as if he was actually expect her; though this event didn’t count on his schedule.
“Ah, my dear, sweet Erna! What a surprise!” He exclaimed. He examined her appearance with interest. “My, my! You’ve grown so well! I didn’t know those cells would keep you fit like this. Say, how do you like my company so far?”
Erna grunted. “Stop talking or I’ll sew your fricking mouth! I came here to murder you, not having a nonsense conversation!”
“Hmm,” he hummed, taking another sip from his mug. “Understandable. Could you at least wait until I finish my coffee though?”
She widened her eyes and stared at him irritatedly. “…What?”
He shrugged and winked at her whilst drinking his coffee. “You heard me. It’s a really good coffee.”
