Disclaimer: I do not own League of Sexual Activities. Er, League of Legends. All rights belong to God. I mean, Riot Games Inc.
Author's Note: Yes, I am seriously putting an AN in here. Please forgive me. Hopefully this won't be a frequent occurrence. In any case, I just wanted to tell you guys that my boyfriend got me a ring today and it's really beautiful and he gave it to me a few hours ago, so I am totally geeking out about it, and I wanted to tell you guys. Also, I got my very first. . follow ! I guess it's called. Anywayy, someone added my story to their watch list, and I would put the penname down but I don't wanna get them mad at me for whatever reason if I wasn't supposed to say their name. But, you know who you are, I love you so much, you make me feel special :D
Ohkayy, that was really freaking long, back to the story.
"Um," Malzahar said. And that's all he could say, was "um".
"Heeheehee, your face is red," Annie giggled. Malzahar frowned at her and poured a cup of hot water into a chipped white mug. He searched through a cabinet, and then pulled out a small box of tea.
"Did you want some tea, Annie?" Malzahar asked, hoping that sugar would help her tongue relax so that she could tell him what Kassadin had really said. Annie nodded, walking over to his small wooden table. She pulled at one of the chairs with both hands, before growling and summoning Tibbers to move it for her. The chair was a bit scorched, but after she had made him set her down in the seat, she put Tibbers back into teddy-bear form and no more of Malzahar's furniture was harmed. He made sure to put the sugar bowl right in front of the little girl, knowing that by "tea", she really meant "flavored sugar". Annie reached into her backpack and pulled out a small pink teacup, which made Malzahar shake his head in amusement. She had come to his house already knowing what he would be doing.
"So tell me about Kassadin," Malzahar suggested, idly taking a sip of his scalding hot tea. He hoped he was being subtle about this conversation, even though he knew he wasn't. She might be just a little girl, but Annie had quite a tongue, and a penchant for spreading gossip.
"Are you curious?" She giggled, spooning an atrocious amount of sugar into the little pink cup in front of her.
"Well, everyone is curious about secrets," Malzahar said. Annie leaned forward and winked at him.
"I think you're a little more curious about something else," she said.
Saucy six year old.
"Oh, and what is that?" Malzahar asked, lifting his eyebrows. He took another sip of his tea, and Annie giggled once more.
"You sure are giggly today," Malzahar pointed out.
"It's cause I know a secret!" she exclaimed, placing both hands around her cup and taking a tiny sip of tea. She swirled it around in her mouth for a moment, swallowed, and then made a face and reached for the sugar spoon again.
"Tell me about your secret, Annie," Malzahar said. He bit his bottom lip, reminding himself that she was just a little girl, and he shouldn't get snippy with her.
"Kassadin and I, we were talking. Cause we're friends, see?" she began. Malzahar nodded.
"Go on," he encouraged.
"Well today I was talking to him at his house, before our battles. And I told him I was going to see you after the battle, and he wanted to come with me!"
"Wow," Malzahar said, actually meaning it. Kassadin wanted to come and visit? What?
"And I asked him why, and he said it's cause he likes you!" Annie exclaimed, holding her hands out on the table, palms-up.
"Annie," Malzahar began patiently, "Just because he said he likes me, doesn't mean he… Why am I bothering? The point is, that Kassadin doesn't really like me."
"Then why would he want to come over?" Annie asked, swinging her legs back and forth beneath the table. Malzahar shook his head.
"I don't know, Annie," he sighed.
"I just don't know."