Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 17, 2009 15:16:47 GMT -8
Now, does everyone remember a certain conversation?
Pip: After Amri and Peregrine are doe fighting, they will both have to take a bath.
Yuliya: Gah! Bad images!
Pip: What? NO! Not together! I meant they'll be so bloodied up they'd have to take baths! In SEPARATE ROOMS, in SEPARATE CASTLES, in SEPARATE FRICKEN COUNTRIES!
Lately, that got me thinking, what would it be like if The Most Lovable Killer and Pompous Crown Prince had to take a bath together? Let's find out! (I assume all responsibility, I made Pip do this with me.)
Pip: After Amri and Peregrine are doe fighting, they will both have to take a bath.
Yuliya: Gah! Bad images!
Pip: What? NO! Not together! I meant they'll be so bloodied up they'd have to take baths! In SEPARATE ROOMS, in SEPARATE CASTLES, in SEPARATE FRICKEN COUNTRIES!
Lately, that got me thinking, what would it be like if The Most Lovable Killer and Pompous Crown Prince had to take a bath together? Let's find out! (I assume all responsibility, I made Pip do this with me.)
He was a toddler again, surrounded in the mists of his own desires. What exactly was his desire at the moment? The want, no, the need to anywhere but where he was right then. This need was apparent from the expression on his face, clouded and pouting, lower lip sticking out just slightly and eyebrows creased over his cat-like blue eyes. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, but this action was not accompanied by the usual leaning back and smirking. If he had done that, the situation would probably be even more awkward. But awkward wasn't the right word, more humiliating.
Why was the world's strongest man in the world (or close to), also known as the mercenary or Amri Ban Amatzya, taking a bath with the crown prince of Saor? That can be left to the imagination. Perhaps the Tyrant King wanted to torture Amri as well as Peregrine because he found out about him not capturing Violet, and decided he may as well kill two birds with one stone. Or maybe someone else had a lot of fun in a game of Truth or Dare. Whatever the case, Amri was not happy, for despite several accusations, he was indeed quite straight. Except when he was drunk. Then no one really knew what he was.
He lifted his face slightly, which had been previously glaring at his feet, to look the prince in the eyes as his wet bangs fell over his own. "No one hears about this," he seethed, eyes flashing dangerously. The long black hair that was usually tied back kept falling in front of his chest, and it was both annoying and a godsend. But it was then that he grabbed something yellow off the side of the bathtub, "And I get the rubber ducky."