erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
“That doesn’t make me feel better at all.” Malik replied bluntly, if anything it only increased these feelings within him. He ran a hand over his face, realizing that he’d just exposed himself in the worst way. When Charlie spoke again Malik looked up from his place at the table. “A bag of dicks huh? You know, I’m letting you getting away with insulting me, more than anyone else.” He huffed. Malik only nodded when Charlie left to take his shower. After finishing his plate Malik cleaned the dishes and the kitchen before heading back into the living room. He was starting to feel like Boo Boo the Fool. Malik had been shit towards Charlie before so he would be a dumbass to think that he’d care about his guilt or worry.
Malik was sitting on the couch with Max when Charlie entered the room again. Malik paused for a moment, his mind taking time to process what was in front of him. Charlie was wet but also horribly skinny and his hair looked a mess. Not Malik usual type at all. But despite this something stirred within him. He failed to hear what Charlie had been saying but when his eyes landed on the clothes in his hands he was able to guess. “Your hair...you look like one of them mop dogs. No wonder Max likes you so much.” He snorted. Malik stood and took the clothes. “And I’m not your damn maid.” He complained despite heading to the laundry room and putting his clothes to wash.
Malik walked back to the living room only to see Charlie on the phone, figuring that it was one of his siblings Malik sat on the couch on focused on Max. The beast was always looking for attention. Malik kept his looks discreet as he gazed at Charlie every now and then.
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