[Indeed they do. It's their favorite spot to go for food. So much so that the staff know them well -- even speaking to them in Egyptian-Arabic as the twins enter. They lead her to the restaurant in the back, chatting with the cashier for a bit. Yami keeps him engaged as Marik turns his attention to Aramat.]
Want kind of meat do you want? They have chicken, lamb, and beef for the shawarma. They offer regular or spicy garlic sauce. Yamima will say you can only have the spicy but it's entirely up to you.
[Yami orders three of the same thing for them along with a side order of fries. As they wait for the food, Marik leads Aramat over to a table for them to sit at.
Pretty good, Kitten. Iso- Meallah is trying to figure out what I should do next. The outfit photoshoot was successful. Also, our collab was successful, but they are always successful.
[She leans forward on her seat, thinking to herself.]
It's fun, but it's hard work. Trying to figure out what would give more eyes on you and more money. I want to tell Meallah I want a break, I want to do more hobbies.
[A beat.]
Shit, I'm not supposed to talk about online things offline with the both of you.
[It's nice that Marik has decided to change the subject.]
I garden, I cook, I played piano, I sketched a lot, did yoga as hobby but once it got useful for what I do, it was no longer fun for me. I like scouring flea markets and antique shops for strange and macabre things to put in my house. I used to have a family friend that would be on the lookout for rare items I might like.
[And she'll have to settle with him looking absolutely puppy-lovestruck at her. So much so that he reaches across the table to take hold of her hand, his cheeks flushing as he blurts out:]
A-Anything for you, Miss Tamara...
[Thankfully Yamima intervenes, bringing their tray is food over and sits next to his brother.]
Charming Miss Tamara already? You're such a minx, Marik.
[Marik squawks and quickly lets go of Aramat's hand, his face turning even more red as he ducks his head down slightly to cover with his massive poofy hair.]
[Marik is just so damn precious and cute, it's almost hard to believe he'll do nasty things with his brother on command for her. Speaking of, it's quite a lot of power. Hopefully it doesn't go to her head, and she starts ordering the twins to start doing the freak shit she orders them to do online.
Hopefully.]
French fries? I thought you said ketchup doesn't belong with shawarma.~ Me and Marik were only discussing hobbies, he promised he'd go back home and bring back some pretty things for me. But aren't they already here?
[For a brief moment, the older woman blushes and hides her face into her food, shamefully taking a bite... it's tastes good, but she's too embarrassed to enjoy it.]
All the both of you wear is kohl, you cannot spend that long in the mirror.
[Never mind the specific way the twins do their eyeliner probably takes a lot of time and focus.]
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[She keeps herself from trying to pet Marik on the head. He's just so cute. As for Yami...]
Is that any way to greet a lady?
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I'm trying to be in the background to give you and Marik more time together.
He's right though. You do look lovely. You ready for some Egyptian food?
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[After all, they know this place better than her.]
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Want kind of meat do you want? They have chicken, lamb, and beef for the shawarma. They offer regular or spicy garlic sauce. Yamima will say you can only have the spicy but it's entirely up to you.
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I don't know, what would the both of you recommend?
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[Yamima looks over his shoulder.]
I mean, it pairs well with everything but yeah, it's really good with the chicken.
It's up to you though. All of their food is amazing.
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[After all, hopefully there's plenty of time to try out other things with the twins.]
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Of course, pulling the seat out for her.]
So, ah... how have you been...?
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[She leans forward on her seat, thinking to herself.]
It's fun, but it's hard work. Trying to figure out what would give more eyes on you and more money. I want to tell Meallah I want a break, I want to do more hobbies.
[A beat.]
Shit, I'm not supposed to talk about online things offline with the both of you.
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[Oh. She's right. They shouldn't be talking about that... Still, she brought up something that can easily change the subject.
And Yami's waiting to grab their food, giving the two some privacy.]
What sort of hobbies are you thinking of getting into? I remember you mentioned your gardening...
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I garden, I cook, I played piano, I sketched a lot, did yoga as hobby but once it got useful for what I do, it was no longer fun for me. I like scouring flea markets and antique shops for strange and macabre things to put in my house. I used to have a family friend that would be on the lookout for rare items I might like.
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[He leans back in his chair slightly as he thinks. Those are all good hobbies but if she doesn't get enjoyment out of them anymore...]
Ah... We could keep an eye out for interesting things for you, especially when we take trips back to Egypt!
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[She would hug Marik and kiss him if it wouldn't invite strange looks. He will just have to settle for the way her face lights up.]
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A-Anything for you, Miss Tamara...
[Thankfully Yamima intervenes, bringing their tray is food over and sits next to his brother.]
Charming Miss Tamara already? You're such a minx, Marik.
[Marik squawks and quickly lets go of Aramat's hand, his face turning even more red as he ducks his head down slightly to cover with his massive poofy hair.]
I w-wasn't...
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Hopefully.]
French fries? I thought you said ketchup doesn't belong with shawarma.~ Me and Marik were only discussing hobbies, he promised he'd go back home and bring back some pretty things for me. But aren't they already here?
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Not on the shawarma. You can have it with the fries but honestly you should use the garlic sauce to dip them in.
[To which he does as she explains what they were discussing.
And he grins.]
Why, Miss Tamara... are you saying we're the pretty things?
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[It's a tease, pushing deliberately against Marik's behavior. It's a game to her.]
Of course, I am, have the both of you looked in a mirror?
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[The twins look at each other for a moment before Marik looks away with a blush, Yamima'a grin just widens.
He leans over to speak in a hushed tone.]
We've done plenty in front of the mirror.
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Nasty, naughty little Jackals... I wanted to say the both of you are pretty, and you get depraved on me.
[It's not to shame them, but it's part of the game she's playing with Yami and a little with Marik.]
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I never said what it was we did, Miss Tamara. I could be talking about makeup.
What were you thinking?
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All the both of you wear is kohl, you cannot spend that long in the mirror.
[Never mind the specific way the twins do their eyeliner probably takes a lot of time and focus.]
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What? We apply foundation, highlighter, and the whole nine yards!
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[She takes a handkerchief out of her purse and threatens to rub his face with it.]
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[He leans back to avoid her reach. Marik just shakes his head.]
We use more skincare than makeup, if you want to know the truth.
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[Then he'll really act like a cat...]
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aramat and yami: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bn1n0AhGE8
I love Baal Buddy.
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Gods, Atem was such an ass in that season. More than usual.
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Yesss. Bike makeouts please
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damn, non asshole Mr. Ishtar.
I figured I should give them semi-normal parents ever if the mom still passed away
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/note to self, do more kinky/bdsm type ish sometime with the ship
Yes 83
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