Author's note: Just a quick oneshot because I realised I've been neglecting my fanfiction account. It has no point.
Disclaimer: As per, I don't own A.T.O.M.
"Please! Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease!!!" Shark pleaded, leaning over the table to where King was typing on his laptop. King ignored him, ducking his head so he could concentrate on what he was writing, instead of the disconcerting smile Shark was sending him.
"Why not?" Shark flounced, throwing himself back in his chair and pouting, a move he had learnt from Hawk.
"Because, Shark." King said through gritted teeth, as though that was reason enough. "Besides, why can't you use your own laptop?"
"I… uh… Dropped it." Shark said looking sheepish.
"Yeah, in the pool." Hawk chipped in usefully from the sofa, where he was lazily filing his nails. He seemed to be oblivious to the daggers Shark was glaring in his direction.
"What?!" King asked incredulously. "How the hell did you manage that?"
"I wanted to try and surf the waves and the net at the same time." Shark explained as if this was the most obvious reason in the world.
"Definitely not then." King said.
Shark glared again at Hawk. This was his entire fault, if he hadn't said anything King would never have known about his blatant technology abuse.
Silence fell except for the steady tap of King's fingers on the keys. That is until Shark blurted out loudly "DUDE!!! Why are you painting your nails pink?!"
Hawk looked up from where he was indeed painting his nails. "It's not pink!" He cried defensively. "It's a natural colour that gives my fingers that extra shine."
"It's pink." Shark chuckled and ducked the pillow that Hawk sent sailing across the room.
"I just happen to believe in personal grooming is all." Hawk sniffed haughtily and went back to his task. Shark turned his attention back to wearing King down.
"Please King! I'll do anything. I'll even wash your underwear for a month!" He bargained. King paused, considering the offer.
"Two months." He said. "And you have to use that fabric conditioner Li sometimes buys. It makes my undies so soft and snuggle against my-"
"Alright, King, I'll do it!" Shark desperately cut him off before the tech-smart alpha teen could over share.
With the deal settled King sighed and slid his laptop across the table. Shark's eyes lit up and he immediately accessed the internet. Slightly curious about what could have driven Shark to want to use his laptop so badly, King came round to peer over his shoulder. What he saw shouldn't have surprised him.
Shark was looking up funnily shaped vegetables.
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