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"You're the meanest person ever!"

"And?"

"I don't give a damn about Kelendria."

"Why?"

"Could you not, ask me all these jacked up questions?"

"But asking is essential to learning-"

"NO IT'S NOT! JUST SHUT-UP!"

"And I thought you were the smart one."

One punch from Erik struck the glass beaker on the table. The scientists and lab technicians had paused their duties and looked, while a medic rushed to the begrudged prince's aid.

"Please relax, Sire," she said as she examined Erik's bruised hand. "I don't want this to get any worse."

Erik smiled at the chocolate lady who acted and thought fast; one glance at T'Challa hardened his features, crestfallen. His eyes burned. Without taking his focus from his cousin, he leaned in and whispered in the medic's ear.

"If you make this any faster, I'll give you some good rewards," he drawled.

The medic raised her eyebrow and applied the bandages, paying no mind to Erik's advances. "All done," she said. She'd put her things together and headed out as Erik eyed her backside and cocked her eyebrow.

"Hard to get, no surprise."

"She's a lesbian. You can't win."

T'Challa's triumphant smirk was short-lived when Erik's left hook connected with his cheek. Landing against the wall, another medic rushed in with Shuri trailing behind her. The princess shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Really? You too should be over this right now. She was never your types to begin with."

"M'Baku won that bet this time around," said T'Challa. "I just wanted Erik to get over it."

"They've fucked in the shower. Why would I be cool with that?" Erik shook his head at first. The memory of, sounds, M'Baku being the powerful gorilla he is, giving that lady all the orgasms the world could offer…

His thoughts were interrupted by a short boy who applied blue paste to an injured baby penguin. The abrasions on its chest and left foot vanished in a matter of seconds. Erik sauntered over to the young scientist, snatched the container, ripped off his bandages and applied some to his cuts…

"N'Jadaka!" T'Challa snapped.

"Did you just take the serum?" Shuri asked with a hint of worry.

"Yeah, and how's that supposed to work?" Erik asked with disdain.

Shuri heaved a sigh and crossed her arms. "Erik, you should've skipped that thing."

"Skip? Ain't no need for that. My hand feels better again, which means I can beat the living daylights out of this clown."

"You're gonna shrink, Sir," the chubby boy said.

"I'm gonna what?"

"Shrink into a-"

Erik disregarded the young scientist with a wave and stormed over to T'Challa, fist in the air. "Lemme beat hi-"

Poof!

T'Challa, Shuri, and all the other scientists looked down in shock and disbelief.

"Oh dear…"

"What now?"

Little cute hands gripped on T'Challa's sandals, lightly punching and slapping his toes. T'Challa knelt down to pick him up, but the little one slapped his hands away and wailed.

Looks like another adventure in Wakanda...

~Isiphelo~

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