[PRP] A thorny situation [Faruk x Ilkay]

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"Ack!" Faruk yelped out, rolling out of the thorn bush. What a mistake he had made! Now he had thorns all over him, And it hurt so much, he nearly had tears in his eyes. But no, boys don't cry. Especially him. He was suppose to be the mature one. Not act like a baby.

Stifling a whimper, he sat a good ways from the bush, carefully attempting to dislodge a few of the thorns with a couple of shakes and gently plucking at them with his teeth. Of course, he wouldn't be able to get them all. It was so embarrassing, he didn't know if he should go to someone for help. The idea was mortifying. But he really couldn't reach a lot of the thorns. And eventually, it would be found out. His decision to fall asleep near the bush was idiotic. He knew he rolled in his sleep. He hadn't known about the thorns, of course, but he should have figured it would have been a rude awakening regardless.

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"I should have seen that coming."

A voice said from above in a tone that suggested he was shaking his head back and forth fairly slowly - a shameful appearance on his face. To say he'd been watching the cub would likely have been creepy, but some small part of him had grown curious to know the fate of such a silly decision. Ilkay had something akin to a 'vision', not that he had known that yet, which had mildly suggested to him that could happen. This was what brought him back. "Did you sleep well?" The question was posed with a small grin.

Without a second thought he approached the cub, a lion about his own age, and began to assess the situation. There were thorns everywhere - what a mess!

"Does it hurt?" Wide eyed he looked back up at the cub whom had been busy attending to the thorns he could reach by himself.

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A voice caught his attention in between low whimpers and grunts from pulling out thorns. Someone… someone was there?! Eyes darted in the direction of the voice, landing on a gray cub close to his own age. How long had he been there? ”Were you… watching me?” he asked neutrally, mind reeling. That was borderline creepy. Or had that crossed the line? He didn’t quite know but he did know he didn’t like being watched while sleeping.

And now he was being asked if he slept well. Faruk gave him a flat look before moving to turn his back on the cub, continuing his plucking of the thorns. A brat obviously. And a personality he didn’t quite like. Especially when they ask obvious questions. ”What do you think?” he asked, annoyance tinging his voice. If the cub was just going to watch, he could just leave. Faruk was not putting on a show.

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"Who me?"

The cub instantly began to play off the accusation, but had a wry smile the whole while. Of course he had been - sort of. He'd brushed off the question for the most part though in favor of peering at the mass of thorns.

"Of course.." He mumbled to himself. Feeling a little off put by the cubs attitude he almost thought about wandering off, but hesitated with that idea. "Did you need a paw?" He offered his assistance in a relatively mild tone. All through out the process he had been tempted by a bout of giggles that had tickled their way up his throat. He'd done well to fight them off, but was warned again about them as he had to breathe through another 'attack'.

"Truly, it does look painful."

The words were meant as a half apology as he recognized the obvious discomfort of his companion. "Sorry" He muttered softly. Bright blue eyes still peered, but took on a more gentle appearance.

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The cub... was he holding back laughter? Faruk felt himself bristle. Which, in turn, brought a wince as the thorns adjusted in his fur. ”Who else?” he asked a bit peevishly. This lion was going to act like an oblivious idiot! Faruk gave him a short glare before he worked at the thorns that he could reach. He didn’t even know how he was going to reach some of them. But he would not ask this rude youth for help.

”I don’t need help,” he muttered, yanking one from his tail with a wince. Nearly done with the front. The back was going to be hard… He remained silent when the cub commented on how it looked painful. It was painful. He didn’t like lying. But he didn’t want to tell the cub the truth. Silence was the best option.

He paused, however, when the other offered an apology. Blinking, he stared before slowly nodding and then looking to the side for a moment, thinking. ”Could you… get the ones back there? I can’t reach,” he admitted lowly, embarrassed.

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