I've currently been reading a fanfic by ScarletCougar, and I decided to borrow one of her characters. He seems to be one of my favorite characters J And now, finally got an idea after a week of camping!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even Junayd L
"Altair, it's your turn."
"I know!"
"Then go already."
"I'm trying to think."
"Of what?"
"My next move."
"Altair, there is hardly anything to think about, it's just a game of Sorry!" Altair shot Malik a glare as he laid down a two, moving his piece forward the amount of times.
"There," he snorted while Malik looked through the hand of cards.
"Just because I don't like you," he grinned, placing one of the sorry cards down onto the table. Altair scowled as Malik placed his blue piece back into home.
"Alright Junayd, it's your turn," he said to the novice.
"Yay! he nearly shouted. Looking at the board, he eyed the one blue piece that sat at the edge of the safety zone.
"Sorry!" he screamed, slamming the card onto the board and tossing the piece into home.
"He's getting all mad again," Junayd giggled.
"Your getting beat by a novice and a cripple Altair…"
"Ah! Be silent!" The uneventful second began to get on his nerves.
"Altair, it's your turn." In his mind, the little person of his conscious was slamming his face into a brick wall.
"I know!"
"Then go already." Malik smiled evilly. They needed to play this more often.