[This is for you, be_themoon!]
Life in the museum is about the spaces between the chaos. (G) Larry/Ahkmenrah
"Listen, I just wanted to thank you for back there," Larry waved a hand behind him at the mezzanine level.
When Ahkmenrah smiled, Larry's heterosexual, never-had-any-crushes-on-boys-really-no-seriously heart skipped a beat. He put it down to the adrenaline from having just defused Shootout at the OK Corral: Part Two in the Frontiers gallery.
"It was my pleasure. My old tutors would have had a collective fit, but I always believed in utilizing unorthodox tactics in diplomacy and war," the pharaoh said with what looked a lot like sparkling eyes. He tilted his head. "Much like your methods. Khnemu would've hated you."
"Ah...thanks, I think?" Larry scratched the back of his head.
Teddy Roosevelt, passing by, spied the pair from the other end of the corridor. Ahkmenrah had been unusually helpful lately to their intrepid night guard - granted, the senior museum characters all did their best, and Ahkmenrah's facility with languages was always useful. But neither Teddy nor Sacagawea were of the opinion that 'help' really necessitated so much time alone with Larry at the ends of hallways or in hidden corners. Teddy chuckled to himself, and left them to it.