#tarhai

Anzeti just grins roguishly. He nudges Tarhai with his elbow. “Can Ah do de same? Let’s go kill some boar righ’ nah, mon.” He pauses, thinking. “We’d get covahed in bacon grease. Might have ta lick it off.” Anzeti tries to ignore the feeling of a blush heating his face.

To Tarhai~

Psst: Three things that I’ve always wanted to tell you.

“Ah couldn’t be happier dat Ah met yeh. Ouah friendship be crazeh, an’ Ah love evereh bit o’ it.”

“Yeh sexeh as hell, Tarhai. De ladies mus’ be crawlin’ all ovah yeh, eh?”

“Nice ass.”

Want: Three things I would do to you if we were alone.

Anzeti would want to share stories about their homelands and people with Tarhai.

“Ah’d wanna kiss yeh. Lots.”

Massages.

Anzeti grins crookedly at Tarhai and waggles his ears. “Ah do a lot’a stupid tings fo’ bets, Loa preserve me.” He blinks. “Wot’s a zucchini?” After a brief description (“A vegetable. It’s long, firm, and green. Sound familiar~?”), the Sandfury shakes his head. “Nope. It wos a banana, an’ Ah didn’t get all o’ it down. Dey picked ‘un wit’ too much o’ a curve, an’ it broke in half in mah mout’. Wos delicious, heh.”

Random.org gave me #41:

((The married-with-a-kid AU is too much fun x3))

Anzeti and Tarhai browse through a small bakery in Booty Bay. They hold hands as they casually look over the samples of cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and pastries. The Sandfury pauses at a large cherry strudel.

“Wot about dis ‘un?”

Tarhai hums, then shakes his head. “Karbar is a messy eater. He’ll get the sticky icing all over himself. It might be safe if we eat outside and then dunk him in the river right after.”

Anzeti grins. “A swimmin’ party ain’ a bad idea, darlin’.” He looks over to a rack of small cakes. “Wot about a chocolate cake? Ah tink dat’s common fo’ dese birt’day parties.”

The Ironfist nods. “Chocolate is a good option. And we can have the baker write a message on the top with icing! Something like,” he waves his hand in front of them. “Happy Birthday Karbar! You Are Growing Up Too Fast.”

Anzeti nods in agreement. “Aye, he is. Soon, he be a grown mon an’ leavin’ de hut ta have adventures an’… Fall in love an’ start a famileh o’ his own.” He sighs slowly.

Tarhai leans his head on the Sandfury’s shoulder and squeezes his hand. “He’ll be back. We can bribe him with more cake.” He smiles sadly and nuzzles Anzeti’s shoulder.

“Troll Dad?”

Anzeti sighs and stands from the tobacco patch he was tending to. He brushes dirt from his knees and listens for the rest of the news.

“Orc Dad is stuck in a tree.”

The Sandfury turns to face his half-orc-half-troll-miracle-son, Karbar. He raises a brow and frowns, concerned. “Yeh faddah in a tree?”