Malik and Altair doing their first leap of faith, or second, I dunno. Just checked out some deviation art and was INSPIRED! I owe it to my readers that I've kept waiting for a while... sorry bout that. But anyways, enjoy!
"Go."
"No!"
"Just go."
"You go first!"
"No!" Well this was getting them nowhere.
"Just go!" Altair pleaded, "Master Al Mualim is watching."
"Well no shit," Malik scoffed.
"Ugh, rock paper scissors for it."
"Fine."
"Rock paper scissors, rock paper scissors, rock paper scissors!"
"…Shit."
"Well, there you go."
"No! Rematch!"
"Oh allahdammit Altair! Go!" Altair furrowed his brows as he look over the edge.
"I dunno Malik, it's really far down th-AAAAAAHHH!" he screamed as a hand sent him clumsily over the side or the plank. Landing harshly in the hay, Altair stood shouting several Arabic cusses at the novice above.
"But it's your turn now Malik!" Altair laughed maniacally. Malik stuck his head over the boards, and though Altair could not see it, he sensed a smile upon the others face.
"Master said that a sandstorm is approaching quickly, gonna have to wait until another day!"
"Maliiiiik!"
It seems that most of my stories end with these two shout each others names :/ But FINALLY! Writers block and ceased to bother me, and I would like to thank allahdammit and her wonderfully inspiring deviantart. Here's my source of inspiration!
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