(A/N) Yo. Hey you know with ships, how everyone always wonders who tops and who bottoms? Well yeah that's all im gonna say. *wonk*
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"Ara, top or bottom?"
Aralim bursted out laughing as Conah arched an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Aralim could barely hear Conah's question over his laughter. He dropped his items carelessly on the floor and continued to laugh.
"This is a serious question, Ara! Top or bottom?"
Aralim stifled his laugh for a moment to finally respond to Conah. "F-First of all, lemme just s-say that I'm obviously top!" He began to laugh again.
Conah rolled his eyes as he realized what was so entertaining. Conah watched as Aralim reached his hand out to begin climbing up to the top bunk. Conah stopped him by slapping his arm slightly, and jumping onto the bunk. Aralim looked up at Conah in confusion. He flinched when Conah then proceeded to flick Aralim's forehead.
"What the heck was that for?!" He asked with a slight tone of rage.
"I'm top." Conah smirked and winked as he rolled over to get comfortable. Aralim stared up at the top bunk in shock, feeling a harsh blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"What?! So I'm stuck being bottom forever?!"
Conah rolled his eyes. "We can switch every few weeks, if you want."
Aralim blushed even more, for what reason, he didn't know. "S-Switch the beds," he paused. "r-right..?"
"Sure. Yeah, the beds." Conah turned over to look into Aralim's eyes. "Yeah, that's what I meant."Conah chuckled and rolled over once more.
