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Wrapping an arm around Mishti’s waist, Abir pulled her up so she was laying messily over half of his body as he slumped along tiredly- for a small woman, she definitely weighed a lot when she acted like a dead weight, he’d heard of carrying the group on your shoulders, but he never expected he’d have to do it literally. “Come on, there’s something over there” he pointed to the far-right corner.
“I am coming” pouting against his throat, she snuggled closer to him, huffing with the effort.
Stilling at her words, he chuckled briefly “Didn’t think I’d achieve that just yet”.
Peering up at him, her brows crossed pathways as her foot stepped in the middle of his feet “What do you mean?”
“Never mind, I’ll tell you when you’re a bit more with it” he promised.
“Is Mishti not with it?” Confusion swarmed beneath her skin until her face contorted into a puzzle he was dying to fix.
His head shook gently “Mishti isn’t with it”.
“But Abir is?” Asking softly, she sighed.
“Abir is” speaking in third person, funnily enough, wasn’t the oddest thing he’d done all day and he doubted this would be the last weird thing he’d do when around his new partner, she had a way about her that made things more interesting for lack of a better word. Leaning down to pick up the burnt parchment paper, his eyes squinted “Can’t see anything”.
“Get it wet” she suggested.
“I am an expert at that” nodding, he twisted the tap to douse it in water, the appearing words only making his head pound that little bit more.
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Flinging her head round so her hair whipped his cheeks, she grinned widely “Does that mean you’re like a shower?”
“No” he turned his head a little, “It means I’m a man and I know how to use what I’ve got”.
Gulping painfully, Mishti crossed her arms over her chest as if protecting her most prized assets from the inspecting gaze he so often threw her way.
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Slamming her heel on the button to turn the beams off, she cradled her hand to her chest while reaching for the key, throwing it to Aditya, she leant back against the wall “Anti-clockwise three times at the back, wait for the click then press the red button beside the fake guard”. Her eyes shut as she awaited the silence to be filled with something distracting, once again she’d managed to offend someone without really meaning to and that had driven her back to the long pathway of loneliness she hated as much as she adored- it made life easier, but it hurt like nothing else.
