AA: Are you done yet?

Malachai, Memitim, and Drannd (c) *tenor
Quincy (c) *GundamZero
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"Are you done yet?" Quincy asked with minor annoyance, frowning at the man that was currently watching him.

"Got to be somewhere?" The Memitim raised a brow, watching the indignant Drannd go about straightening his hair and clothes.

"No, but if your done with me I'll be on my way." Quincy moved to get up, glaring when he felt the firm pressure of Malachai's lines preventing his exit. "Your going to be a child about this aren't you?" The Drannd scowled, ears dropping "Your lucky I still care for you, or I'd not have any of your childishness."

Malachai chuckled "Why do you care for me again?" He questioned, sitting up to blow the smoke from his cigarette at the Drannd; lines tightening slightly with the smaller man's attempt to squirm away.

A nasty look was shot at the dark skinned menace "I'd care for you more if you didn't have that disgusting habit."

"You remember what happened last time I tried to stop." Malachai lifted the cigarette close enough to the Drannd's skin to clearly bring him discomfort, pleased when he only glared without flinching from the possible burn he might inflict. He dropped his hand away, going back to his smoking.

"Yes I got to win a lovely little bet." Another struggle and he relaxed into the hold the man had on him. "In any case, my reasons for you are extremely self centered; as are yours for caring for me. I assume we as a pair just simply both get to much enjoyment out of a person of similar mind and taste, that is as broken as we are. Or what would be viewed as broken. You sir after all are a hideous cruel depraved monster only capable of base human emotions as presented through a twisted veil of your own pervs needs. You are such a flawed creature, that I have to care for you; because if I can't love the flaws of someone I have deep attachment to, how can I love the flaws of myself."

Malachai frowned a bit, before raising an eyebrow "Where the hell did that come from?" It was a bit more poetic then their normal fair.

"I am exhausted Malachai, you didn't let me sleep last night." Quincy rolled his eyes "I am bound to sound off."

The Memitim shifted to force the Drannd into a rough kiss, holding him firmly to it by the hair before letting him free; lines and all and shoving him back on the bed. "Get some sleep then."

"I will." The Drannd huffed, he had no intent to sleep in Malachai's quarters though; and was soon to his feet primping for the short trip to his own quarters. He hesitated a moment at the door, looking back to the other. "You know, I've always though romance themed holidays were foolish. But I think I have a vague idea why one would want one at this point."

"Oh?" The taller male had moved to shed his shirt, heading to get cleaned up and ready for his day; not to interested in the topic at hand.

"Its good to- Force a time to remember how ridiculously lucky you are to have found another person, and to make sure you spend just a bit more time with them while you have the chance." The Drannd gave a shrug, leaving the room and headed for the halls. He didn't bother to look to see what Malachai's expression was, or wait for a reply. He was less then pleased with himself for such outward mush, and honestly placed the blame on Gomez. He'd groan and bitch to himself later about silly throw away lines said in a moment of tired half awareness, for now he clearly needed sleep.