There isn't enough SigKyle on this site! So dedicated to AlmostHome, here it is!
"So, Kahl, vhat ave you been up to since the last time we were together?" The silver-haired teen question with a saucy tone. "Well enough," Kyle replied, in a grumpy mood since the sorcerer insisted on having dinner at his house again. "A bit low-brow for my taste."
"Ah, you ave a taste? Do tell me of zees taste." Sigmund said, resting his chin on his palm, pretty much begging the Brit to make eye contact.
"Work on your English," Kyle scoffed, overlooking Sigmund's attempt of being flirty with him. "Then I will tell you. Wait scratch that. Quit being a show off. Then I shall tell you." He picked at his roast beef with his fork, realizing he sounded like a petulant child.
"Hmm...Never. But can you tell me about your friends? Vwhat ver their names? Fahnboy and...Chum Chum?" Sigmund guessed.
"Oh, you do remember?" Kyle finally glanced up at Sigmund with a small smile that was quickly wiped off. The Sorcerer was nearly halfway upon the table, his body positioned in such a way that resembled a sexy pose. Sigmund muttered something, adjusted himself, and then looked up back at Kyle with a grin. "Go on..." He encouraged, waving his hand.
"Ah...No." Kyle simply said with a terrified face. He jumped out of his seat and sprinted for the door.
"Vait!" Sigmund called out frantically. "Come back my perfect mahn! My sweet! My petunia! Let me wrap my arms around you!"
"Oh HEAVENS no!" Kyle yelled out as he ran out the door. He quickly came back in a few seconds later. "Wait..." He realized. "This is my house. You go."
"Please Kahl!" Sigmund begged on his knees. "Just vun kiss! Please! You're making me try too hard! Ack!" His facial muscles began to twitch. "See? There's is vhat appens vhen I am vithout kisses from you!" He began to cough and retch on the floor at Kyle's feet.
Kyle slapped a palm to his own forehead in annoyance at this phony act. "Are you serious? Vacate my house at once!" Sigmund pretended not to hear him.
"Oh please!" He cried. "Just vun kiss! Just vun!" He stopped convulsing for a split a second to quickly add, "But if you can, make it long." And then he went back to rolling on the floor and moaning. Then, he felt two warm hands steady him and a pair if lips press against his. His eyes popped but settled to a half lidded position as he began to relax.
"Ahm cured now," he whispered as they separated.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Shut up."