Timestamp: Dyo, 81384 Who: Ujjyf and Uajym Notes: For Pendzez. :) Anyone could have told him Bhim wasn't the best place for Ujjyf to raise Uajym, even his absentee parents. But despite the bad experiences even Ujjyf had had in the place, it was as close to home as he had, and it was perfect to him. Besides, this was the place he'd met Gyr'taan, and while he hadn't seen the male in a while, it was still an important place to him. He still couldn't help wondering why he didn't move as he rushed after his brother, catching the clothes he'd spent hours forcing his brother into that morning as his brother stripped them off. "Uajym! Tsyg shus jedhs myf!" He shouted, catching a sweater mid-air. He was glad he'd at least dressed the little nioti in layers, as hot as it was outside, so he had time to catch the male before he was completely naked. Lunging as the tip of his tail came into view, Ujjyf heard a happy squeal and scooped the male up, breathing a sigh of relief as he felt his brother squirming in his hold. The younger male had stripped down to a muscle shirt and shorts, but he was at least still dressed. Tucking the bundle of discarded clothes into his backpack, Ujjyf hoisted his brother up and tried to give him a stern look. "Wook, brover! We match!" Uajym giggled, tugging at Ujjyf's shirt with one hand and sticking the fingers of the other in his mouth. Ujjyf couldn't help but melt. Settling the boy on one hip, he ruffled his brother's hair, smiling slightly. "Don't run again." It was a well-practiced sentence, one of the few he said with little trouble. He still had some trouble with the common language, but he had gotten most of it. Uajym nodded, his eyes wide and sincere, and Ujjyf couldn't help smiling again before continuing on his way.
The alleyway was the same as always. There were crates stacked and water dripping from the rooves of the surrounding buildings. Gyr'taan sat on a crate, which was next to the basement door to his place. He was the same as always, dressed in his normal everyday clothing, and his bow and quiver beside him. He was not alone however. With him was his most trusted friend and ally, the Anubian Targon Nihelm, his mentor. The Anubi stood idle, his arms crossed, showing some kind of attitude. He looked at the arden that was sitting on the crates. "So, I hear that your boyfriend is coming today. You two gonna be busy tonight? You know, busy?" The young arden looked up at the older male. He knew quite well at what he was saying. "Wouldn't you like to know. I haven't seen him in a while. Besides, he said he was bringing his little brother along." The arden then imagined him coming to the alleyway, with his brother by his side. The Anubi then started to take his leave. "Fine then. I'll keep ya posted about your fa... I mean, Gued's ideas. See ya later." He then walked away, out of the alley, seeing the Yki and his brother. Walking past, he said to the older Yki in Ramathian, "Your boyfriend's waiting." He then walked off.
Uajym squirmed in his brother's arms as they approached the alley, kicking his legs and flailing in an effort to make Ujjyf lose his grip. The older Yki finally hoisted him over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his middle and hauling him that way. "Rjyshaj!" Uajym whined, hanging limply in the uncomfortable position. It was too painful to squirm that way, with bone digging into his tummy, although from here... Ujjyf yelped as little hands suddenly yanked on his wing feathers, turning down the alley while he tried to dislodge his brother and spare his wing at the same time. "Uajym, no!" It was another well-practiced sentence, although it was highly ineffective. He barely glanced up as the stranger walked passed, seeming to say something to him, but at that moment Uajym let out a joyful laugh and shouted, "Whee! Brover fun!" Ujjyf twisted his arm at an odd angle, finally managing to grab his brother's tiny hand and pull it off his wing, dragging his brother down his back and swinging him around to dangle in front of him. Uajym laughed again, kicking his legs in the air and stretching out his little wings. "Fwy, brover! Fwy!" Ujjyf grabbed his other wrist with a little sigh, dangling him and letting Uajym flap his little wings all the way over to where Gyr'taan sat, where he promptly plopped down on the ground and cradled the smaller boy in his lap. Uajym giggled like a madman, and Ujjyf smiled, rubbing a hand over his head as he looked up at his boyfriend. "Hally, Gyr'taan."
