Private Finished By The Power Of Hot Chocolate

Shul noticed Sark flinching from him elbowing him but tried to let it go. Shul understood that sudden physical contact could startle anyone, Sark even more in his case. Shul should rein in the touching.
Shul grinned back at Sark.
"Hah, you fool! I will win forever from now on! It has been written in the stars."
Shul raised his hand dramatically towards the sky and he had a dignified expression for a second. Then he was laughing again.

Shul raised his hand to his chest and looked honored.
"I thank thee, hot chocolate master. I shall humbly receive your services."
Shul bowed back slightly and snickered as Sark did when his head was still down. And Shul started outright laughing when he straightened.

When Sark removed his hand Shul thought it was bit of a shame. Though his hand was a bit cold it was nice to be patted on the head.
Shul grinned at Sark and held back the urge to pat his head again.
"And if you do you can just warm me again with some hot chocolate, I mean, holy relic."
Shul laughed and brushed his hand through his hair a bit. The place Sark patted itched.

Shul shook his head slowly, trying to look serious.
"Oh Sark, just because you're an alien doesn't mean you can do that. Didn't they teach that to you in the daycare?"
Shul's serious mask broke and he grinned, already over Sark flinching from his touch. But Shul yet again had to supress the urge to pat Sark's shoulder.

When Sark suddenly started talking about his home Shul listened, intrigued and pleasantly surprised. He was actually really interested in other worlds and planets. But Sark's words were a little melancholy, and Shul touched his shoulder this time and wouldn't care if he flinched.
"Should I start bowing to you from bow on whenever we meet?"
Shul grinned, and his words had humour in them. But there was also an undertone of seriousness. Shul wanted Sark to feel as comfortable in his presence as possible. And if he should bow whenever he met Sark to achieve that he'd do it gladly. Shul was actually starting to like the bowing.

Shul thought that if this was a movie or novel hot chocolate would be used as a symbol of some kind, to represent a deeper meaning. Whether it was death or eternal love or maybe luck or friendship. But right now it was just hot chocolate and Shul raised his hand to his chest, awing.
"That's so nice of you, thanks. So does this mean you won't try to freeze me?"

Shul slowly smirked at Sark before setting a pleasantly surprised expression on his face.
"You're not much different from me? So you're finally admitting you're not perfect? Good, progress."
Shul smiled and nodded, trying to look wise. But his smile turned into a grin soon enough.

Shul felt kinda bad that he hadn't bowed at Sark when they had first met. But at least he could do one thing.
"Then I'll make sure I'll never have to bow goodbye to you."
Shul smiled widely, meaning every word. Why would he want to say goodbye to Sark? He was a great guy. And he's miss him, and his hot chocolate.

"You better you peasant."
Shul said jokingly and laughed as Sark elbowed him. Shul almost elbowed him back but didn't, due to the circumstances earlier. But it had been nice that Sark didn't flinch when Shul had patted him on the shoulder.

Shul giggled a bit when Sark punched him on the arm but his next words made him kinda flustered. Shul quickly answered Sark's smile but couldn't stop a minuscule blush from forming on his cheeks. But Shul already had red cheeks from the cold.
"You're just using me to boost your own ego. I see through your tricks."
Shul said jokingly and punched Sark's arm back lightly, laughing.
"Besides it's your automatic win because I wouldn't dare to fight you. Sneaky."
Shul grinned at Sark and poked his helmet.

Shul looked back at Sark when he froze. Had he triggered a memory lapse again? Shul was just about to step up to him when Sark shook his head thanked Shul. Shul just showed him a thumbs up with a wide smile.

Shul laughed and smacked the back of Sark's head lightly when he bowed deeply.
"Enough with the master talk, I'll start feeling guilty. Just make me hot chocolate and I'll be satisfied."
This time Shul didn't flinch when Sark petted his head. Instead he wanted to lean into the touch, it felt nice. But that would've been a bit embarrassing so Shul took the pats with dignity and grinned at Sark.
"You should add master head patter to your growing list of titles."

Shul gasped in pseudo shock.
"How dare you exploit me mister. I am deeply hurt."
Shul swooned dramatically and tried to look deeply wounded. But he failed miserably and grinned.
Shul rolled his eyes when Sark did his dramatic blindness routine and laughed along with him as he broke the act.
"I think if you really went blind you wouldn't even make a big deal out of it."
Shul joked and poked Sark's helmet again, grinning.

Shul just chuckled and shook his head when Sark called him master yet again.
Shul head the evil tone in Sark's voice and when the man put him in a headlock Shul had no other choice but to take it. He was so weak physically he wouldn't even have been able to dodge. And if he could've dodged it Shul wasn't sure he actually wanted to. When Sark ruffled Shul's hair he just laughed and tried to wiggle his way out, hugging and tugging Sark's arms.
"Please have mercy, oh mighty space pilot and master of hot chocolate! I am just a weak giant dragon, I cannot do anything against you! Well, except this."
Shul grinned and reached over to cover Sark's vizier with his palms.
"Now you're actually blind."
Then Shul tried to make Sark trip by reaching his own leg between Sark's legs and showing hard to the side. If it worked Shul would probably go down with Sark.