Drabble – It's Not What It Looks Like
"They it goes, I just saw it."
"Where?"
"Under my desk, you get on one side and I'll get on the other."
"Wait, I can see it."
"Grab it quick, before it gets away again."
"I'm trying, you be ready in case I miss it."
"Got it, or at least its' tail."
"Don't let go."
"I won't, get down here and help me pull it out. And quit being so bossy."
"I'm not bossy, and move your leg a little."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Watch what your doing, you just hit me in the head with your foot."
"Well, if you kept your head out of the way and I wouldn't hit it."
"You probably did it on purpose."
"I wouldn't do that."
"Would too."
"Would not."
"Do you see it?"
"No your foot is in the way."
"If I move my foot I will lose my grip and then you will yell at me again."
"I never yell."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Your making me lose my hold on it, quit pushing my arms."
"If you mess this up, I'm kicking your cute little behind."
"You really think my behind is cute?"
"You know I do and don't start talking dirty or we will never get this damn thing."
"It's kind of hard not to when we are laying on the floor practically on top of each other."
"Behave yourself."
"I am."
"Are not."
"Damn, I'm losing my grip."
"You aren't trying hard enough."
"There you go getting bossy again."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Several Generals entered Alexander's office. Before them lay the top two men in the army. Hephaestion was on the floor on his back, his head away from the wall and the bottom half of him halfway under a desk. Alexander lie on top of him, at least part of him did, his groin was a few inches away from Hephaestion's face and the rest of him was under the desk on top of Hephaestion. Someone in the group cleared his throat.
Hephaestion and Alexander turned towards the door and saw their audience.
"This isn't what you think."
"Ah ha."
"Really."
"There is a …"
"We don't want to know. We'll be back later when you're not so…busy."
"No wait…"
"Damn I lost my hold on it."
"I got a cramp in my leg, I can't move."
"No not."
"Do too."
