And now for some Midriffshipping (Marik Ishtar x Amelda/Alister)!
"Hell, can this get any cheesier?"
"Hush, I'm trying to watch."
Amelda rolled his eyes. Marik's eyes, however, were glued to the screen, his head resting in Amelda's lap. He chuckled to himself as all the elves started freaking out about how the one elf didn't want to make toys.
"I can't believe you like this stuff," Amelda said.
Marik reached up to slap him lightly on the shoulder. It was an awkward motion, however, and it ended with him almost falling off the couch.
"It's cute," Marik said. "Look at it, Amelda – they're little animated puppets. Look, the elves are all shitting themselves because the one elf wants to be a dentist – tell me that's not hilarious."
"It's not."
"You're a Scrooge."
Amelda rolled his eyes again.
"So how long are we going to be doing this?"
"Hey, you asked to be a pillow when you made the mistake of sitting down."
"I could just push you off, you know."
Marik rolled his head so that he could look up at Amelda, giving him his best impression of puppy eyes.
"But that would be so incredibly mean of you," he said.
Amelda had to crack a smile.
"You're ridiculous."
He leaned down and pecked Marik on the forehead.
"You're lucky I like you."
"Yep," Marik said, grinning as he turned his eyes back to the TV.
Amelda smirked to himself. He waited for one second, two seconds, three...then he gave Marik a shove. Marik yelped, but he managed to catch himself.
"Hey, you're gonna make me miss the good parts!"
"You were asking for it, mister."
"Aww, Amelda, you're hurting meee."
Amelda stood up as Marik sat back on the couch.
"Leaving already?" Marik said, sounding disappointed.
"I'm just going to make hot chocolate. Call me when the snow monster shows up – that's the only part I care about."
"Aww, you don't like the misfit toys? That's my favorite!"
Amelda pushed the back of Marik's head lightly as he walked past.
"You know, you're lucky that I like you," Marik called after him.
Amelda laughed softly.
"I suppose we're both a couple of lucky bastards then."
"Damn right. Now hush, you're gonna make me miss the plot."
Amelda had to laugh at that as he moved into the kitchen.
"Plot," he chuckled. "What plot?"