The Intimacy of being understood | MIKAELSONS

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    ↳ "Kamari? My dear? Let me out now? Please? I promise I'll be good!" Kol attempts to reason.

Kamari was leaning flat against the door that prevented him from reaching her.

"Kamari? Love of my life? Please? DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH THE CRETEN!" He shouts desperately while knocking on the door.

"It's Cretin! You rotten banana peel," Stiles grumbles with crossed arms.

"—And if she's letting anyone out, it'll be her best friend. Not some guy she's known for less than two days!" Stiles snapped beginning to feel more aggravated by the second.

"I'm beginning to feel claustrophobic Kamari!" Kol exclaims with a deep frown. Trying to convince her to let him out.

Resting his head helplessly against the door.

"That room is huge Kol, you're fine," Kamari called from the other side of the door.

"I can't breathe with Stiles' ego!" Kol shouts dramatically.

"Oh please if anyone has an oversized ego it's you," Stiles shot back.

"I can think of something else that's oversized," Kol mutters to himself.

Kamari had already left. Leaving the two to hash out their problems.

"This is your fault," Kol says to Stiles. Anger evident in his voice.

"My fault? I didn't start it!" Stiles declines in annoyance.

"Well someone did," Kol scoffed out finally peeling himself off the wooden door and turning to face Stiles.

"It was Peter. But Kamari favors her favorite were-grandpa so he's not in trouble for some reason, but we are," Stiles grumbled out.

Kol tensed at Stiles' words. "Who is this Peter?" A low grumble leaving his lips.

Stiles rolled his eyes. Already having heard from Kamari how protective the Mikaelson's already seemed to get.

"Oh enough with your mucho man shit. I'm glad you guys will protect her but enough," Stiles told him with mild anger.

Kol rolled his eyes. "If I had my bat, I'd beat you with it till you were unrecognizable," Kol threatened.

"No you wouldn't. You'd stop the second Kamari told you too," Stiles teases the other man.

"—Wait! You like bats too?" Stiles interrupted his own insult to ask. An excited expression overtaking his face against his will.

"Yeah? Who doesn't like bats. They're magnificent at hitting people over the head with," Kol taunted with a smile on his face at the thought.

Finally listing his head off the door to turn and face Stiles.

"Wait do we actually have something in common?" Stiles asked with a slight gag leaving his throat as he struggled to say the next few words.

"Do you- Do you— D-do you," Stiles attempted gags interrupting his words.

"DoyouwannacallatruceforthesakeofKamariandinthenameofbats—" Stiles rushed out his words blurring as he let out a few huge gags at the end as if his own words disgusted himself.