Oh! So it's a swimming date you want! You could have said so!
Mmhmm it was a very nice jasmine tea! Very thoughtful of them. I sent them a thank you card for it! But I keep forgetting to bring it to the kitchen because the tin has such a nice design, I just wanna keep it on my vanity!
[ Kalim, that's not... forgetting. That's not what that means. ]
We're not going on a swimming date, Kalim, I'm threatening to drown you. There's a difference. Don't put words in people's mouths. People will get the wrong idea.
Order some jam if you haven't already. It'll be easier for me to drown you if we take care of the breakfast party plans before I find you.
[ And yet, Kalim hasn't budged from Jamil's couch. Sprawled with his knees hooked over the back and his head hanging off the seat, in direct defiance of how anyone should ever sit on a couch. ]
[He doesn't answer right away, instead striding to his dresser, and grabbing a bag, and stuffing couple of towels into it and then a small first aid pouch because...well. Even if Kalim would be long term okay, probably, he's the sort of person who'd break his leg in the middle of the Scarabian desert but somehow make friends with a band of animals and have them carry him to safety...in the short run, accidents could happen.
And then Jamil walks back to Kalim and...stares for a moment.]
You were right. [He hates Kalim so much, and that is why-]
Hold this.
[He gives him the bag to hold and then picks him up.]
[ During moments like this, Kalim has to come to terms with the fact that he's possibly not an excellent judge of character, nor is he incredibly adept in gauging expectations.
The expectation, after all, is that Jamil will snap at him. Banish Kalim from his room. Forget entirely about his drowning threats in favor of stewing. NOT that he will calmly drop a bag of towels onto Kalim's stomach, and then scoop them -- Kalim and all -- up into his arms.
An undignified squawk turns quickly into laughter while Kalim throws his arms around Jamil's shoulders (it feels a little unsteady, really, he just needs something to cling onto so that he doesn't squirm himself right into falling out if Jamil's arms). But that all comes with its own sort of complications; Jamil's hair is soft under Kalim's hands, and it smells so nice. And secretly, silently, maybe Kalim is a little ecstatic about having Jamil's arms around him in any capacity, even if he's going to perish shortly for his troubles.
...he can blame his blush on the laughter, if Jamil even comments on it. ]
[Commenting on the blush would mean that Jamil might have to acknowledge that Kalim's reaction - the squawk, the laughter, the way Kalim threw his arms around him - made him want to blush. This was a mistake. He hadn't, somehow, anticipated Kalim enjoying it.
But dropping him would mean revealing his disquieted he was by Kalim's reaction, or something, and so the only thing Jamil can do is shift his grip to make Kalim a bit more comfortable and secure in his arms, or...something.]
Careful, Kalim. If you move around too much then we both might end up falling over.
[...or...something.]
And if you knock us both over there's no words for how angry I'll be.
[...or...something, all of this might be a little bit undermined by the fact he's striding onward, Kalim in his arms. Sooner or later he'll get tired, but hopefully they'll reach the fountain, the kitchen for two coconuts to go, or find Carpet before that happens.]
Do you need anything before we go? [To drown you.]
[ And damned if Kalim doesn't sound so incredibly chipper about it. That may have something to do with his current position, though. How could he not enjoy it? Even after everything, there's no fear in him where Jamil is concerned. Jamil didn't harm him then, so he certainly won't now. This is just-- how he is. What he does. Pretends. So Kalim can indulge it, and pretend right along with him.
...it shouldn't thrill Kalim this much, that Jamil can haul him right off the couch like this. Cart him around, toss him around. But it does. Maybe Kalim really has no capacity for self-preservation. ]
[There's a temptation to ask Kalim why, merciful sands, why was he so happy, and Jamil knew that he'd hate the answer to that question and so he carefully kept from asking it. Instead, he sighed. Exasperated. Tired. Beleaguered. Shaking his head. Kalim an eternal mystery.
He detoured towards the kitchen so they could pick up two fresh coconuts. (Once they arrived at the oasis he could use his magic to chill them and knock off the tops, but that would be then.)]
Also, we're studying for that test you have when we get back. [Just in case Kalim thought that he was getting off easy for his sins of 1. the breakfast party, and 2. taking the threat of drowning/waterboarding/getting aggressively soggy lightly. He's not.]
[ The coconuts go in the bag, nestled carefully with the towels, before Kalim whistles for Carpet. Of course, that's never a sure thing. Carpet is a free spirit; he does what he wants, and answers to the whim of neither man nor beast. But he does seem to like Kalim enough to help him out most of the time. So thankfully, no camels or walking for them! Carpet drifts into the kitchen a few moments later, and parks himself at knee level for them. ]
[Normally, there was a way this went, which was basically that Kalim would get on Carpet first, and then Jamil would follow. Obviously, that was difficult with Kalim in his arms. And there was an obvious solution, which was to put Kalim down.
But, Jamil had picked up Kalim, carried him into the kitchen, and then continued to hold Kalim while Kalim grabbed two coconuts and put them in the bag. He had committed. He couldn't back down now. There was only one choice.]
You're in a good mood.
[Which was to get on Carpet while holding Kalim, which had the unintended side effect of basically putting Kalim in his lap once he sat down, but Jamil told himself that the two of them had done far worse in the past (when they were...seven, maybe, but still) and this wasn't anything new for the two of them. Besides. Kalim was in a good mood.]
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Why do you have an octopus in your room?
[Yeah. Yeah, they switched rooms in this shitshow.]
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And you can turn him inside out!
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I see you want to go for a very long swim.
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Did my parents really send you tea??? [Why is he going through Kalim's room he needs to track Kalim down back to the hunt.]
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Mmhmm it was a very nice jasmine tea! Very thoughtful of them. I sent them a thank you card for it! But I keep forgetting to bring it to the kitchen because the tin has such a nice design, I just wanna keep it on my vanity!
[ Kalim, that's not... forgetting. That's not what that means. ]
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Order some jam if you haven't already. It'll be easier for me to drown you if we take care of the breakfast party plans before I find you.
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Now we have that taken care of, I can concentrate on drowning you. Prepare yourself, Kalim.
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[ And yet, Kalim hasn't budged from Jamil's couch. Sprawled with his knees hooked over the back and his head hanging off the seat, in direct defiance of how anyone should ever sit on a couch. ]
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[He needs towels for the drowning, and maybe a small bag to carry a few things (like Kalim's drowned corpse), and so he stops by his room to pi-]
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What are you doing in here?
[There's implications behind him immediately running to Kalim's room, and Kalim hiding in his room, but Jamil's not going to think about those.]
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[ And Kalim just beams like the sun. ]
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And then Jamil walks back to Kalim and...stares for a moment.]
You were right. [He hates Kalim so much, and that is why-]
Hold this.
[He gives him the bag to hold and then picks him up.]
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The expectation, after all, is that Jamil will snap at him. Banish Kalim from his room. Forget entirely about his drowning threats in favor of stewing. NOT that he will calmly drop a bag of towels onto Kalim's stomach, and then scoop them -- Kalim and all -- up into his arms.
An undignified squawk turns quickly into laughter while Kalim throws his arms around Jamil's shoulders (it feels a little unsteady, really, he just needs something to cling onto so that he doesn't squirm himself right into falling out if Jamil's arms). But that all comes with its own sort of complications; Jamil's hair is soft under Kalim's hands, and it smells so nice. And secretly, silently, maybe Kalim is a little ecstatic about having Jamil's arms around him in any capacity, even if he's going to perish shortly for his troubles.
...he can blame his blush on the laughter, if Jamil even comments on it. ]
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But dropping him would mean revealing his disquieted he was by Kalim's reaction, or something, and so the only thing Jamil can do is shift his grip to make Kalim a bit more comfortable and secure in his arms, or...something.]
Careful, Kalim. If you move around too much then we both might end up falling over.
[...or...something.]
And if you knock us both over there's no words for how angry I'll be.
[...or...something, all of this might be a little bit undermined by the fact he's striding onward, Kalim in his arms. Sooner or later he'll get tired, but hopefully they'll reach the fountain, the kitchen for two coconuts to go, or find Carpet before that happens.]
Do you need anything before we go? [To drown you.]
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No! You can carry me to my doom!
[ And damned if Kalim doesn't sound so incredibly chipper about it. That may have something to do with his current position, though. How could he not enjoy it? Even after everything, there's no fear in him where Jamil is concerned. Jamil didn't harm him then, so he certainly won't now. This is just-- how he is. What he does. Pretends. So Kalim can indulge it, and pretend right along with him.
...it shouldn't thrill Kalim this much, that Jamil can haul him right off the couch like this. Cart him around, toss him around. But it does. Maybe Kalim really has no capacity for self-preservation. ]
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He detoured towards the kitchen so they could pick up two fresh coconuts. (Once they arrived at the oasis he could use his magic to chill them and knock off the tops, but that would be then.)]
Where's Carpet? [Otherwise they're stuck taking a camel or, horrors, walking.]
Also, we're studying for that test you have when we get back. [Just in case Kalim thought that he was getting off easy for his sins of 1. the breakfast party, and 2. taking the threat of drowning/waterboarding/getting aggressively soggy lightly. He's not.]
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[ The coconuts go in the bag, nestled carefully with the towels, before Kalim whistles for Carpet. Of course, that's never a sure thing. Carpet is a free spirit; he does what he wants, and answers to the whim of neither man nor beast. But he does seem to like Kalim enough to help him out most of the time. So thankfully, no camels or walking for them! Carpet drifts into the kitchen a few moments later, and parks himself at knee level for them. ]
The chariot to my watery death awaits!
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But, Jamil had picked up Kalim, carried him into the kitchen, and then continued to hold Kalim while Kalim grabbed two coconuts and put them in the bag. He had committed. He couldn't back down now. There was only one choice.]
You're in a good mood.
[Which was to get on Carpet while holding Kalim, which had the unintended side effect of basically putting Kalim in his lap once he sat down, but Jamil told himself that the two of them had done far worse in the past (when they were...seven, maybe, but still) and this wasn't anything new for the two of them. Besides. Kalim was in a good mood.]
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it's sad because all of my inboxes have a last tagged date that's around the same time
ALAS
i picked that version for a reason, minor key adds tragedy and mystery to it
drama! suspense!
i am v. dramatic and v. suspenseful
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