High Hopes Low Rolls Oneshots

Two Rogues in a Room (Pt. 2) (Paddy x Malark)

"Don't think you can steal from me and get away with it, Whitlaw!"

Mal was chasing after the wood-elf, who was giggling as he ran. He had a small grin hidden underneath his mask that was growing by the second.

"Oh but ya see, Malark; I can!"

Mal lunged forward at Paddy, who slid under under him as he did so. He ran out the door of their room.

"Dex checks..." He shook his head and ran after him.

Paddy slid down the railing the stairs, chuckling when he reached the bottom. He ran towards the bar at the back of the inn.

He cast invisibility and placed the small sack of gold in his pocket. As he spotted Malark come into the bar, he started to quietly make his way to the former assassin.

"Where could you be, Whitlaw?" Mal was grinning under his mask. He moved slowly and scanned the room for any movement.

Soon he felt a tickling sensation around his underarms.

Mal burst out into laughter, turning around to try and find who ever was tickling him. Paddy was trying his best to hold his giggles in and pulled down Malark's hood once more.

"W-where are you hiding Paddy?" Mal said in between giggles. Paddy flicked his nose before going to tickle him again.

"S-stop that you cheating elf!" Mal laughed. He reached up and felt the edge of Paddy's ear and grinned. "Gotcha!"

He found his shoulders and soon flipped their positions so that Paddy was underneath him.

"Alright Withlaw, where's the gold?"

Paddy became visible again and only smiled.

"Come on now Paddy. Where is it?"

"I'm not saying, Mal" Paddy stuck his tongue out at him.

"Your loss." Mal's hand hovered above the side of his hips and Paddy shook his head.

"Don't even try it Dundra-" the wood elf burst into laughter as Mal started tickling him around his hips.

"Ah-! Stop that!" He giggled.

"Karma's a bitch, mate." Mal was smiling underneath his mask.

"S-still not telling you!"

Mal sighed and shook his head. He turned around and started to pull off Paddy's boots.

"Any last words, Whitlaw?"

Paddy only made a zipping motion over his lips.

"Suit yourself."

Paddy tried his best to hold in his laughter but it didn't last long. He was soon giggling loudly again, his face and ears turning pink.

"O-okay! Ah-! Okay! T-that's enough Mal!"

"About time." Mal chuckled.

Paddy pulled the small pouch of gold out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Pleasure doing business with ya." Mal smiled and extended his hand towards Paddy.

"Whatever. It's a truce." He went to shake his hand-

-and Mal jumped as he felt a small shock.

Paddy grinned and laughed.

"You little shit."