Too Much Physics

My name is Malik al-Sayf, I have a limited patience for idiots, and those who ask stupid questions. If you must stay do keep out of my way.

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He also opted for: ‘Sprinkles’. I really need to stop letting Altair around my boy.

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Why would you even think letting Altair near a child at all? Any child.

He's going to break something on them.

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Okay, so it turns out that someone on DA is stealing art from tumblr user ratohnhaketons. This is upsetting ratohnhaketons quiet a lot, so I’m making a post about it.

Ratty is one of my favorite artists on tumblr that I follow, and I could tell this was her art from a mile away. Now, I don’t want this to blow out of proportion, but claiming someone else’s hardwork is not okay in my books.

Neither I, nor Ratty, have a DA, so I was hoping some other people could report this person for it. Theyre DA is angeloidalpha. PLEASE DO NOT HARASS THIS PERSON IF YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE A COMMENT.

I REPEAT, DO NOT HARASS THE ART THIEF AT ALL, OR SO HELP ME

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Please guys, can we all go report this art thief Ratty is a fantastic person and an amazing artist and it’s really awful that someone is stealing the art that she worked hard to make.

If you can also signal boost this, it would be much appreciated.

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fuck this person

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//gives a slight glare . . . . . who are you, and why do you look like me? Explain yourself!

Me? Why do you look like me only smell worse? Uhg you smell like Altair and what happened to your arm?

((sorry been afk sjkdasdgjh))

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flyinginkpots ha risposto al tuo post : Ezio,

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That was absolutely uncalled for.

Oh…but was it really?

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You act as though I don't have better things than just my hand.

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Fix it

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“So I’m intentionally pissing you off by talking about previous boyfriends I’ve had? Sorry should I just totally forget I ever had a love life just because you have a thing for me? Since I talked about him before you kissed me last week. How about I talk about Rauf, or Antonio, or Shaun?” he demanded angrily, meeting Altair dangerous look for dangerous look. Just because he worked behind the scenes didn’t mean he was some push over. “Because I dated them too, some of them for quite a while. Abbas? Fuck, he was a road bump,” he then very debility pushed his glasses back up. “So don’t tell me who I’m allowed to fucking talk about since if I ever decide to get with you and we’re done, damn right I’ll talk about you too and what a fucking dick you are.”

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“It’s not your goddamn boyfriends I have a problem with.  It’s only fucking Abbas.  I’m not saying to just forget about whoever else you were with, I know you have a history and I don’t fucking care.”  He silently watched Malik push his glasses up, grabbing the man’s wrist when he moved to put his hand back down.  

“If you ever decide to get with me.” he repeated, moving closer now.  ”You sure don’t seem like you’re ever going to make that decision one way or another.  There’s only so much I can take, Malik.  Maybe you need some fucking help deciding.”  He pulled Malik to him, not bothering to be gentle, and claimed the other man’s lips with his own.  He’d deal with the consequences of this later, he’d been wanting to do this all night.

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"I don't know what your pr-" the rest of Malik's argument was swallowed up by Altair's mouth. Malik went stock still for a second, utterly confused to have a strange mouth occupying the space his own usually took up on it's own. Then he kissed Altair back firmly, angrily even. Then he shoved Altair away, but kept his hands tightened on the front of his hoodie, back into the arm of the couch, breaking apart for only a few beats of his rapid heart and then they were kissing again.

They weren't even really nice kisses. These were 'you're a fucking idiot' kisses. They were 'this is going to end up as good hate sex' kisses. And really the thought didn't sound too bad. Hey Altair wanna have some hate sex? Even if he didn't hate Altair. More like Altair frustrated and infuriated him sometimes. But yes how about some sex?

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“And you’re not?” Malik demanded right back ignoring Altair’s tone completely. “In case you forgot Altair, you’re one of the most infuriating men I know. It’s like you go out of your way to piss me off and make me worry and get on my nerves,” he narrowed his eyes back at Altair. Fine, Altair wanted to argue, he’d fucking argue.

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“Oh, for fuck’s sake…  I’ve messed up a job here, gotten an injury there.  I’m not going out of my way to fucking worry you.  Pissing you off, sometimes that’s intentional.  Looks like you do the same, though.  You don’t have much room to talk right now.”  He was still giving Malik a dangerous look, though his anger now was almost calm, not his usual rampaging tirades.  

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"So I'm intentionally pissing you off by talking about previous boyfriends I've had? Sorry should I just totally forget I ever had a love life just because you have a thing for me? Since I talked about him before you kissed me last week. How about I talk about Rauf, or Antonio, or Shaun?" he demanded angrily, meeting Altair dangerous look for dangerous look. Just because he worked behind the scenes didn't mean he was some push over. "Because I dated them too, some of them for quite a while. Abbas? Fuck, he was a road bump," he then very debility pushed his glasses back up. "So don't tell me who I'm allowed to fucking talk about since if I ever decide to get with you and we're done, damn right I'll talk about you too and what a fucking dick you are."

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“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed at all,” Malik said flippantly, not at all disturbed by Altair’s mood. “Not as though I have to try very hard it seems. Just mention my ex and you get all huffy and pissy,” he spoke a bit with his hands as he talked, showing how unimpressed and unafraid he was with Altair’s attitude. Though Altair’s scowl made his heart speed up a bit, because he knew Altair could be dangerous when he wanted to. All part of being friends with a hitman really, you got used to it and… enjoyed it? Something like that.

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He gave a low growl, glaring at the man beside him.  ”Right.” he growled, his voice dangerous.  ”But you were trying.  What are you trying to get at here, Malik?”  Malik was going from telling him to calm down all night to intentionally riling him up.  It was driving him crazy, not knowing what the hell the other man wanted from him.  ”You are absolutely infuriating.”

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"And you're not?" Malik demanded right back ignoring Altair's tone completely. "In case you forgot Altair, you're one of the most infuriating men I know. It's like you go out of your way to piss me off and make me worry and get on my nerves," he narrowed his eyes back at Altair. Fine, Altair wanted to argue, he'd fucking argue.

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“And I’ll just beat you again,” Malik said nicely. Because really, it was Altair, no way he’d ever beat Malik. “I mean with a team like that no way you’ll ever beat me,” he scoffed. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised, you just started. Little baby trainer Altair,” and he ruffled Altair’s hair, knowing it annoyed him. Truthfully he liked when Altair was kinda pissed, cause he was usually so freakishly chill and withdrawn and anger was an emotion he could get out of Altair was that’s blundering, socially inept stupidity. “Though don’t feel too bad, not even Abbas could beat me when we played.”

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The scowl was slowly making its way back onto his face as Malik talked.  Would the man just drop the fucking match already?  The breaking point was when he messed up Altair’s hair.  Again.  ”Would you cut it out?” he snapped, glaring at Malik again.  It didn’t help when he brought up Abbas again.

“I asked you not to talk about him.” he ground out.  ”Are you trying to piss me off, Malik?  Because it’s working.”

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"Oh really? I hadn't noticed at all," Malik said flippantly, not at all disturbed by Altair's mood. "Not as though I have to try very hard it seems. Just mention my ex and you get all huffy and pissy," he spoke a bit with his hands as he talked, showing how unimpressed and unafraid he was with Altair's attitude. Though Altair's scowl made his heart speed up a bit, because he knew Altair could be dangerous when he wanted to. All part of being friends with a hitman really, you got used to it and... enjoyed it? Something like that.

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“Whimsicott,” Malik said in a sort of sing-song tone. “She’s been with me since my first play through of Black. Not good for competition, but she’s powerful. Don’t be such a sore loser Altair,” and he nudged Altair’s leg with his foot. He pushed his glasses properly up his nose, still grinning. “One day you might be able to beat me,” though really he didn’t get Altair’s mood. Malik had won fair and square, no items, no legends, no cheat teams or special teams like sandstorm or endurance teams or flinch specialists. Just his fun team.

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“Yeah, yeah.” Altair muttered, sitting back up.  ”I’ll get back to you on that once I take down the Elite Four, or whatever they’re called.  I apparently still have a lot of training to do.”  He frowned and looked down at his DS.  He wasn’t relishing the thought of more training, but he didn’t want to just give Malik a win and never redeem himself.

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"And I'll just beat you again," Malik said nicely. Because really, it was Altair, no way he'd ever beat Malik. "I mean with a team like that no way you'll ever beat me," he scoffed. "Though I shouldn't be surprised, you just started. Little baby trainer Altair," and he ruffled Altair's hair, knowing it annoyed him. Truthfully he liked when Altair was kinda pissed, cause he was usually so freakishly chill and withdrawn and anger was an emotion he could get out of Altair was that's blundering, socially inept stupidity. "Though don't feel too bad, not even Abbas could beat me when we played."

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Malik sniped Altair’s DS from him so he could properly close out the match and not get it marked as a win in his favor. As he did he snorted, grinning widely, “Not my competitive, just my fun team. Not my fault I had an answer for everything you wanted to throw at me,” he said triumphantly and mashed A until they were back in the Union room before tossing Altair is DS back and saved his game at his leisure with a broad grin. “Who knew you were such a sore loser,” Malik said, the shit eating grin he was wearing probably didn’t help.

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He briefly glared at Malik before turning back to his DS to leave the Union Room and save his game.  ”Fuck you, Malik.” he muttered.  ”Just your ‘fun’ team, my ass.  I barely even got half your team down.  You beat me with a fucking cotton ball.”  He gave an over-dramatic sigh and fell against the back of the couch.

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"Whimsicott," Malik said in a sort of sing-song tone. "She's been with me since my first play through of Black. Not good for competition, but she's powerful. Don't be such a sore loser Altair," and he nudged Altair's leg with his foot. He pushed his glasses properly up his nose, still grinning. "One day you might be able to beat me," though really he didn't get Altair's mood. Malik had won fair and square, no items, no legends, no cheat teams or special teams like sandstorm or endurance teams or flinch specialists. Just his fun team.

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“Well, I say competitive but it’s just with the mini league at Columbia,” Malik shrugged as he flicked his system on. “Give me a minute I need to get my team,” he added and flew to the nearest Center and swapped out his pokemon and made his way to the Union room. He grinned when he saw Altair wandering around the room. “Ready?” he asked engaging Altair in a conversation and asking him to battle. “I’m ganna destroy you,” he said with a not so nice grin.

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“Oh come on!” Altair whined, flipping his DS closed with more force than was strictly necessary.  ”What the hell was that?  You said you weren’t using your competitive team, or whatever.  What do you have like Super Pokemon, or something?!  You just decimated my team!”

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Malik sniped Altair's DS from him so he could properly close out the match and not get it marked as a win in his favor. As he did he snorted, grinning widely, "Not my competitive, just my fun team. Not my fault I had an answer for everything you wanted to throw at me," he said triumphantly and mashed A until they were back in the Union room before tossing Altair is DS back and saved his game at his leisure with a broad grin. "Who knew you were such a sore loser," Malik said, the shit eating grin he was wearing probably didn't help.

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Don't Tell

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Leonardo just laughed at Malik’s retort. Don’t matter what he said, that lisp just destroyed it. Then he realized something. “Ice cream this time of the year is somehwat mean, no?” He commented to the younger man, scratching his chin in thought. It wasn’t that cold yet, but still.

He just made a small face at that last part. He couldn’t possibly compare what Altair and Malik had with him and Ezio, so he didn’t say anything about it. He just looked at a few pictures of some of the shop’s tattoo designs, waiting for the transaction to be over so they could leave. He just enjoyed the warmth of the inside of the shop before facing the cold outside again.

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“I can haff mathed potatoths too,” Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. “Jutht thuff that won’t get thawt in tha hole and thit,” fuck this was annoying. “Thank you,” he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. “Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane,” he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

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“Well, that’s different then.” He agreed, not sure how the other would survive out of yogurt and ice cream only.

They walked outside, Leonardo shuddering a bit at the sudden cold. “Then you should stop talking, no?” He chuckled, barely making out what the other meant through the lisp. It wasn’t far to the train station, and he really just wanted to get back home and nest on his couch with his blankets and just finish that thesis. Okay, maybe not really wanting to work on the thesis. He just wanted to get out of the cold.

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“Thut up Theo,” Malik rolled his eyes at him. “Thanks for thoming, I gueth. You thidn’t hath to,” but he smiled at Leo all the same, cause it was nice having a friend who would show up for you doing something sort of insane. Like getting a little piece of metal jammed through your tongue.

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“No problem, Malik. It’s just one of those things where a friend makes a difference. I figured you’d enjoy the company.” He shrugged, smiling back at the other. It just didn’t feel right to leave the other like that, especially after he had picked the artist to tell first.

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"Or thiwtthess... witness," he wouldn't let that one go, "my thupidity. Altair's," he made sure to pronounce Altair's name right too, "thoing to ve tho annthoid he thisn't allowed over thor a while," he rolled his eyes, showing what he thought of that. "I'm ganna tho get thome popthicles and thuff," he smiled. "And thork on this thucking thisp!!" he cried in anguish. It was pissing him off so much. "Tho nothing exthiting. i'll thee you arouthnd right?"

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Don't Tell

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Leonardo just laughed at Malik’s retort. Don’t matter what he said, that lisp just destroyed it. Then he realized something. “Ice cream this time of the year is somehwat mean, no?” He commented to the younger man, scratching his chin in thought. It wasn’t that cold yet, but still.

He just made a small face at that last part. He couldn’t possibly compare what Altair and Malik had with him and Ezio, so he didn’t say anything about it. He just looked at a few pictures of some of the shop’s tattoo designs, waiting for the transaction to be over so they could leave. He just enjoyed the warmth of the inside of the shop before facing the cold outside again.

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“I can haff mathed potatoths too,” Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. “Jutht thuff that won’t get thawt in tha hole and thit,” fuck this was annoying. “Thank you,” he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. “Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane,” he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

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“Well, that’s different then.” He agreed, not sure how the other would survive out of yogurt and ice cream only.

They walked outside, Leonardo shuddering a bit at the sudden cold. “Then you should stop talking, no?” He chuckled, barely making out what the other meant through the lisp. It wasn’t far to the train station, and he really just wanted to get back home and nest on his couch with his blankets and just finish that thesis. Okay, maybe not really wanting to work on the thesis. He just wanted to get out of the cold.

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"Thut up Theo," Malik rolled his eyes at him. "Thanks for thoming, I gueth. You thidn't hath to," but he smiled at Leo all the same, cause it was nice having a friend who would show up for you doing something sort of insane. Like getting a little piece of metal jammed through your tongue.

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“Thon’t ve a thick Theo,” Malik told him smartly as he dug out his wallet.

“We need to go over the after care stuff again?” the attendant asked.

“No I’m thood,” Malik said. “When can I change the peirthing out?”

“I’d say eight to twelve weeks,” they nodded. “And no real food for a week. Yogurt, smoothies, ice cream, got it?”

“Goth it,” Malik nodded and handed over his credit card. “And thor Althiar…” he had to pause there. “Altair,” he made a point to say it correctly. “Thouldn’t ve the firth thime I avoided him for a week.”

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Leonardo just laughed at Malik’s retort. Don’t matter what he said, that lisp just destroyed it. Then he realized something. “Ice cream this time of the year is somehwat mean, no?” He commented to the younger man, scratching his chin in thought. It wasn’t that cold yet, but still.

He just made a small face at that last part. He couldn’t possibly compare what Altair and Malik had with him and Ezio, so he didn’t say anything about it. He just looked at a few pictures of some of the shop’s tattoo designs, waiting for the transaction to be over so they could leave. He just enjoyed the warmth of the inside of the shop before facing the cold outside again.

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"I can haff mathed potatoths too," Malik pointed out as the man ran his card. "Jutht thuff that won't get thawt in tha hole and thit," fuck this was annoying. "Thank you," he said to the attendant who nodded and said that if anything was wrong, to come back. "Anth this thucking listhp is gonna drive me thucking inthane," he groaned at Leo as they left the shop.

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Don't Tell

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The attendant brought the piercing and slid it right through the hole the needle had been occupying and screwed the barbell on tightly so it wouldn’t move. “Okay then, you’re good to go,” they said. Malik looked high, he kinda felt high too. This was the fucking coolest shit ever. He couldn’t wait to go home to Boston and watch his parents freak out. They were okay with the earring because of his chosen major and that he was really fucking smart and a- relatively- good son. They were gonna fucking flipat a tongue ring. And they couldn’t do anything about it either since it was Malik’s money and body. He was still waiting for the right opportunity to come out as it was, that’d wait till after they were okay with the tongue ring though.

“Wow,” Malik said, stumbling over his own tongue. It did hurt, but not a ridiculous amount. “Thith ith thretty thool,” damn he had a lisp. “Fuck!” and the attendant chuckled at him. “Thucking liths,” well this was wonderful.

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Leonardo couldn’t fight back the chuckles over Malik’s lisp. Now that was entertaining. “How are you going to tell the others with that lisp, huh?” He asked, feeling a bit better now that the whole deal was over and done with.

“Not sure if Altair will be glad or not about this. I mean, how will you pull off those smart comebacks with the lisp and all that?” He asked, following the man back to the main counter.

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"Thon't ve a thick Theo," Malik told him smartly as he dug out his wallet.

"We need to go over the after care stuff again?" the attendant asked.

"No I'm thood," Malik said. "When can I change the peirthing out?"

"I'd say eight to twelve weeks," they nodded. "And no real food for a week. Yogurt, smoothies, ice cream, got it?"

"Goth it," Malik nodded and handed over his credit card. "And thor Althiar..." he had to pause there. "Altair," he made a point to say it correctly. "Thouldn't ve the firth thime I avoided him for a week."

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The piercer was really cool about it, they’d already talked about most of the after care required after the event and what he was allowed to eat. After this he was going and buying a big box of popsicles and eating the entire box himself and if Altair touched his popsicles he was going to murder his boyfriend so help him god.

Malik stuck his tongue out and the attendent took his tongue and looked it over, bottom and top before getting out a pen. They marked his tongue with it and then let him check it if he was okay with the placement. It wasn’t too far forward on his tongue which was good.

“Okay… lets do it,” Malik said, forcing himself to sit totally still. The attendent grabbed the new tongs he’d just opened and grabbed Malik’s tongue with it. Then moved it around to make sure everything would work out good. Then came the needle and Malik swallowed, tongue resting against his teeth. The attendant looked at him and then shoved it through his tongue. Malik didn’t move and didn’t make a noise or anything. If anything he just breathed out in relief.

“There we go, now hold still,” the piercer said and Malik sent a sort of crazed look in Leo’s direction with the thick needle through his tongue. It was a sort of ‘I have a piece of fucking metal in my tongue! This is so cool!’ look.

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Leonardo watched the whole scene with a bit of a half disgusted, half frightened frown, though it wasn’t all that screaming in his face. It was just…. very unpleasant. Very, very unpleasant.

He was glad to know he was capable of holding back a flinch when the other looked at him, a look in his eyes as if it was just the coolest thing in the world. The artist just rolled his eyes dramatically at the younger man. He had to disagree with that, though.

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The attendant brought the piercing and slid it right through the hole the needle had been occupying and screwed the barbell on tightly so it wouldn't move. "Okay then, you're good to go," they said. Malik looked high, he kinda felt high too. This was the fucking coolest shit ever. He couldn't wait to go home to Boston and watch his parents freak out. They were okay with the earring because of his chosen major and that he was really fucking smart and a- relatively- good son. They were gonna fucking flip at a tongue ring. And they couldn't do anything about it either since it was Malik's money and body. He was still waiting for the right opportunity to come out as it was, that'd wait till after they were okay with the tongue ring though.

"Wow," Malik said, stumbling over his own tongue. It did hurt, but not a ridiculous amount. "Thith ith thretty thool," damn he had a lisp. "Fuck!" and the attendant chuckled at him. "Thucking liths," well this was wonderful.