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You loved history.
And your passion and eagerness to dive into the past was exactly what caught Rebecca’s eye.
Rebecca’s dissertation on Sacajawea was so successful that when it was released as a book, it instantly became a New York Times best seller. But, honestly, doesn't everything?
Soon after, Rebecca became a l guest speaker for a number of years at multiple Universities, and one day, she just happened to visit yours. You two had sparked up a conversation after the lecture. The way you spoke about history resonated something within her. She saw herself in you. Especially when you mentioned wishing you could go back in time and actually talk to these historical figures. See what they actually looked like, what they sounded like, what their personality was. Ask them the questions instead of finding multiple contradicting sources.
You also let it slip that you weren't very good socially, that these long dead people became your friends in a way. You were a little taken aback when Rebecca also proclaimed they were her friends. I say ‘taken aback’ because of how enthusiastically she said it.
I mean, when you read her book, she spoke so fondly of Sacajawea that you were almost convinced they were best friends in real life.
So, when Rebecca abruptly invited you to a night-time visit to the New York Museum of Natural History, how could you say no?
Larry, on the other hand, was not so pleased when Rebecca burst unannounced through the museum doors with a random Uni student in tow without so much as a warning. Especially since your first introduction to the magical fantastical phenomenon that occurred in this museum was of Rexy running straight at you. That was also that day you discovered you could scream for twenty-five seconds straight without taking a breath.
But after that, you soon turned into a regular nightly visitor and became friends with a majority of the exhibits. Even Larry became fond of you- sometimes he was so busy, he didn’t have time to interact with the exhibits. But he would walk past a room and see you watching a show put on by Atilla and the other Huns, or enthusiastically listening to Theodore Roosevelt yap about his hunting trips, or playing Dress To Impress on your Ipad while Jedediah and Octavius instructed you on what to wear.
Of course, Nicky came to the museum from time to time, but Larry thought it was nice for the exhibits to interact with a fresh face.
But the person you talked to the most was Ahkmenrah. You loved history as a whole, but your special interest had always been Egyptology. Ahkmenrah was more than happy to answer your abundance of questions, but you soon you started playing video games, watching trash TV, playing pranks, working together in the competitions and activities Larry would set up for the exhibit's enjoyment. And talking. Sometimes you would just talk. You two just clicked, in a strange sort of way.
One day, when you were tasked to write an essay on any Pharaoh of your choosing, there was no question on who you were picking.
Just as Ahkmenrah had finished changing into his royal garments, you excitedly waltzed into his exhibit. The giant Anubis lifted up their spears to let you past.
You stopped in your tracks, “No, guys! Come on, we’ve talked about this. You can’t just let me in! Right, I'm going to walk back out, and you guys- you guys do the thing, yeah?”
The guards looked at each other before turning back at you.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You finger-gunned the two statues as you walked out backwards.
Ahkmenrah watched on with a suppressed smile, shaking his head as you slipped round the corner.
“Get ready! Annndd-” You reappeared with a newfound swagger. You got up to about halfway down the hall until- SHING! The guards practically threw down their weapons in front of into an X shape.
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your chin back. You looked like a seal balancing a ball on its nose.
You then cleared your throat and dramatically lowered your voice. “Good evening, my dear fellows. I have important business to discuss with your King. I seek a presence with him, fore it is of dire significance.”
Ahkmenrah snorted.
“Now, let. Me. Through!” You cried out dramatically, making an outward gesture with your hand.
The guards quickly parted their spears and thumped their chests in acknowledgment. You nodded in approval and walked in, whispering a sweet “Thank you!” as you went past. The king in question shook his head in amusement. He was sat upon his sarcophagus, his legs joined together and his hand clasped on top of his thigh in a royal fashion.
“You are a strange individual.” Ahkmenrah said. “I have given you unlimited access to my tomb, yet you continuously insist on being barred off.”
“You know why!” you said with mock-annoyance as you sat down set to him., “Because it makes me look cool, and mysterious and-””
Ahkmenrah leaned towards you, “Ridiculous?”
“No, it does not!” You tutted with a scoff and swatted at his arm.
“You’re right. It doesn’t make you look ridiculous.” Ahkmenrah apologized with a genuineness you weren't expecting.
You looked at him, “I’m not actually upset-”
“You just look ridiculous all the time.”
Your jaw dropped in shock. A smug snaked its way onto Ahkmenrah’s face as he side-eyed you. Clearly, your offence was the very reacting he was looking for.
You laughed. “How dare you! You rotten, stinky royal!”
You shoved him. Ahkmenrah didn’t move for a good five seconds before he suddenly sprung up and then gracefully wilted to the floor, like he was doing an intepreative dance about a dying flower.
“I’ve been attacked!” Ahkmenrah wailed.
“Oh my goodness.” you muttered through giggles.
“And when I say attacked, I not only mean my physical body but also me personally.”
“What?” You said with a grin, utterly confused.
“You criticized my bodily odour and then proceeded to strike me!” Ahkmenrah said through a strained voiced as he writhed around on the ground like a turtle on its back. He lifted up two fingers: “I’m hurt both emotionally and physically. That's two offenses!”
“I did not hit you that hard!”
“I have the heart and stomach of a king, but the body of a weak, feeble man.”
“Ummm, actually-” You put on a high, nasally voice and put a finger up. “You technically don’t have a heart or stomach. Their in canopic jars in a different museum.”
Ahkmenrah blinked. “So, you’re saying I'm just a weak and feeble man?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re so kind to me, (Y/N).” he said, sarcasm lacing his words.
“I try my best.” you replied. “Now please get up, you’re ruining your royal garments.”
“How can I get up when you care more about my clothes than me!”
You started to wheeze as he continued to writhe and groan on the floor.
“Wow,” You crossed your arms. “Your royal education definitely did not include acting.”
Ahkmenrah immediately sat up. “Stop attacking me!”
“Okay, I lie. You’re good at acting-”
“Thank you.”
“-like a total idiot.”
“Ugh!” Ahkmenrah made a face of mock-offence and fell back down as if he had just been hit. His cape billowed around him.
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, get up! Please!”
“Fine. As you wish.” Ahkmenrah pushed himself up and sat back onto his sarcophagus. “But only because you said please. I only respond to good manners.”
“I said ‘please’ before!”
“Yes, but I didn’t like the tone you said it in. It was laced with venom and distaste for me.”
You rolled your eyes and grinned. “I hate you.”
Ahkmenrah smirked. “Oh, but you love me really.”
You shut your eyes as you laughed.
“...don’t you?” Ahkmenrah asked softly.
There was a genuineness to the question. When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you with hopeful curiosity.
You replied with a confused smile.
“So, what business did you come to discuss with me.” Ahkmenrah said, hastily, serving the conversation to a different subject. “Or did you just come for a chat?”
Your smile widened as you stood up. “Well, I think you’ll be excited to hear that- drum roll please!”
Ahkmenrah obliged, drumming his hands on his thighs.
You did some jazz hands. “I’m going to do you!”
Ahkmenrah raised his eyebrows, his face straight and unmoving. “How exciting.”
You were expecting more of a reaction. “Yeah, you should feel very honoured and privileged that I picked you to do.”
“Very.”
There was a pause. Realisation hit you like a double-decker bus. Filled with led. And bricks. And other various heavy materials.
You turned the colour of strawberry jam and coughed, trying to regain your dignity.
“I didn’t mean-”
Ahkmenrah’s sudden high-pitched cackles were enough to shatter that dignity entirely. You would expect such a sound to come out of one of his jackal guards, not him.
“Oh! I can’t breathe!” He laughed, “I feel so- haha!- ‘honoured’! And ‘privileged’, (Y/N)!”
“Ahkmenrah! Stop laughing, it isn’t funny!” You shot back, embarrassed. “What I meant to say, is that I’m doing an essay on you.”
“R-Really?” Ahkmenrah wiped a tear away as his laughter died down.
You gave him a stern look. “Yeah.”
Ahkmenrah let out a single chuckle and then coughed, resetting himself. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I must say, I really do feel honoured you would choose me as a subject.”
“Good. Because you better be ready for all my questions!”
“You already ready ask me so many questions!” Ahkmenrah said. “Your thirst for knowledge about Egypt and my people will never be quenched.”
“Yeah, but these questions will be different.” You said confidently. “Because this time,” You spun around and then pointed dramatically at Ahkmenrah. You looked like Phoenix Wright about to shout ‘Objection!”
You grin. “I’m thirsty for you!”
Ahkmenrah, bless him, tried so, so hard not to laugh.
Completely oblivious, you scrunched up your face. “What?”
The pharaoh took a deep breath and looked up at you from where he was sitting. He widened his eyes, touched his forefingers together and put on a baby voice.
“Ywour thirsty fwor mwe?”
You spluttered. You know when I said your dignity was shattered? Well, those shattered pieces had been hit by a hammer and shattered even more.
“No,” You grabbed his hands and brought them down to his lap to stop him from doing that ridiculous gesture, “I am not! I meant I’m thirsty for knowledge about you! Completely different meaning!”
In the process of doing this, you were now basically holding Ahkmenrah’s hand. Your eyes met.
Ahkmenrah leaned in slightly with a playful smirk. “I can’t decipher whether you are merely slipping up on your words, or your true thoughts are getting through.”
“Keep talking like that and I might start writing about Tutankhamun instead.”
“Oh no, not him!” Ahkmenrah groaned. “People never read my exhibit sign. I can’t tell you annoying it is to hear people call you Tutankhamun and you can't do anything about it because you’re dead!”
You tilted your head. “Wait, you can hear people during the day?”
“Well, no. But Larry informs me every time it happens.” Ahkmenrah purses his lip. “He finds it rather amusing. Hilarious even.”
“I once heard a kid call you Cleopatra.”
With a huge sigh, Ahkmenrah took off his crown and put it down. He ran his fingers through his hair.
You picked it up, knelt down and then offered it up to him. “You dropped this, King.”
Ahkmenrah smiled and took it back. “Some king if no one knows who I am.”
“Maybe I don’t want anyone else to know who you are.” you said.
“Hm?”
“Maybe I want you all to myself.”
Ahkmenrah had no blood in his body. But somehow, he felt his cheeks heat up. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Because then I’ll get bonus points from my professor for being the only one to write about you!” You grinned.
“Ah, I see.” Ahkmenrah nodded.
“But think about it. This essay is only the beginning!” Your eyes sparkled as you sat next to him. “When I get out of university, I’ll write a whole entire book about you.”
“I should hope so.” Ahkmenrah said, a similar twinkle in his eye. “Having just half or a quarter of a book written about me would be very disapointing.”
You tutted and rolled your eyes. You took out a pencil and paper.
“Then, once my book becomes a best seller and translated into every single language, including Hun,” You scribbled something down. “Then everyone will know how amazing and cool and smart you are!”
“Hold on a minute. Are you speaking positively? About me?” Ahkmenrah teased.
“I have to. No one would want to read bad things about someone.” You paused. “Wait, what am I saying? Of course they would!”
You turned to Ahkmenrah with an impish grin. “Let me rephrase me previous statement. Everyone will know how horrible and annoying and stupid you are.”
“Noooo!” Ahkmenrah cried out in mock-horror.
The two of you looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Larry had only just unlocked Ahkmenrah’s sarcophagus when you entered his exhibit. You were practically making bounds and leaps straight down the hall.
Instantaneously, the Jackyl Guards lowered their spears down in front of you.
“Woah, hey guys! Buddies!” Larry shouted, “That’s just (Y/n)! No need to get all- speary an’ scary.”
Ahkmenrah pushed the lid off his sarcophagus and sat up, like a vampire emerging from its coffin. He unravelled the wrappings from his head.
“Oh, they know it's (Y/N).” Ahkmenrah said, before coughing up some dust.
“Gesundheit." Larry said. “Then what's the deal, huh? Are they not allowed here or something? I get wanting personal space, Ahk, but that seems a little aggressive.”
“Twas not my decision.” Ahkmenrah said.
“What?” Larry raised an eyebrow. “Why would they-?
Ahkmenrah tapped Larry’s shoulder and pointed at you. “Watch and enjoy the show.”
You cleared your through and straightened your posture. “I must make haste, my tall friends. I bring good news with me! News which I must share with the ruler of this land. Let me past! Quickly now!”
Larry gawped at your low, dramatic voice. The guards played along, slowly raising their spears.
With a smile, Larry turned to Ahkmenrah. “The youth of today, huh?”
Ahkmenrah returned the smile.
He then addressed you with the most regal voice he could muster. “Come fourth, valiant messenger! What good news do you carry with you?”
Larry shook his head. “The youth of yesterday too, huh?.”
“Hi, Larry.” You said as you joined them.
“Hey, (Y/N).” he greeted back with a wave. “Don’t forget our annual dance parties on tonight. I’ll need all non-dead, non-animal, regular height, real skin and bone people to keep the exhibits in check.” He then added in a whisper. “That's you, me and Nicky, by the way.”
With a salute, you nodded. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“At ease, solider.” Larry instructed. “And you, Ahk. You still up for DJ duty?”
Ahkmenrah nodded eagerly. “If I ever say no, assume somethings terribly wrong with me or the tablet.”
“Okay, good to see you both onboard.” Larry rubbed his hands. “I’ll leave you kids alone. But don’t be late!” He said before making a swift exist.
“I don’t I’ve ever seen him stand still for less than a minute.” You said as you watched him leave.
Ahkmenrah gave a sympathetic smile. “The Guardian of Brooklyn takes up too many duties for his own good.”
“Oh! Ahkmenrah!” You hopped up onto the rim of his sarcophagus. It was like Ahkmenrah was in a bath and you were sat on the edge.
“Guess what grade I got!” You said in sing song voice.
Ahkmenrah’s ears pricked up. “I surmise your essay was a success!”
Kicking your legs, you nodded eagerly. “Drum roll?”
Ahkmenrah drummed on his thighs. Dust floated up into the air.
“Annndd-” You raised your hands triumphantly. “I got a C!”
“A C? Ahkmenrah repeated. “But Larry always gives Nicky pep talks whenever he gets a C.”
“Well, I guess a C isn’t the best grade,” You admitted with a shrug, “But my professor loved it!”
Ahkmenrah tilted his head. “Surely your professor should have given you a better mark if she held your work in such a high regard.”
“Ah. That's the thing.” You wrung your hands sheepishly. “I couldn’t find sources for most of things you told me. And I may or may not have accidently included that you’re favourite TV show is ‘Keeping Up with the Kardashians’.”
A cheeky smile crept up on Ahkmenrah’s lips.
“However- my professor said it was one of the most passionate, informative and engaging essays she’d ever read!” You beamed, shaking your hands excitedly. “She said I’m a bright student and she’s looking forward for my future work!”
“(Y/N), that's wonderful!” Ahkmenrah said.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t do it without your help.” You grinned and fished out a scrunched up piece of paper. “Here, I brought you a copy.”
“I merely answered your questions.” The Pharaoh replied humbly as he pushed himself out of the sarcophagus and sat set to you. He began read it. “You were the one who weaved it all into- oh.”
“Oh?” You repeated worriedly, searching his face. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”
“No, no I do.” Ahkmenrah reassured you and continued to read. “I just- the way you write about my life and demise...” He paused. “I’ve never seen it worded like that. You’ve made it so... tragically beautiful. I feel understood. I’m almost glad I died, just so I could see my death put into your words.”
“Oh my gosh. Ahkmenrah,”
You couldn't handle the seriousness of the conversation. Well, it wasn’t that you couldn't handle it. You just weren't used to it! When you first Ahkmenrah, he was so regal and serious. But once you got to know him, it was like a silly switch had been flicked. Most of your conversations were just harmless, silly, fun. So, you were unsure if this was some sort of set up to a joke.
“You can’t just say you’re happy that you died!” You laughed nervously.
“Well- I- urm- don’t worry about the book I said I’d publish about you!” You rambled, “By the time I’ve finished Uni, I’ll have found sources for all the things you told me. I’ll even remember to take out the Kim Kardashian bit.” You laughed, your shoulders raised awkwardly.
“I don’t want you to write a book about me.”
“What?” You stood up and looked at Ahkmenrah, confused. “But-”
“You’ll become a famous author. Everyone will see how amazingly talented and funny and kind you are.” Ahkmenrah said slowly in a serious, regal matter, “Everyone will want to know you and you’ll go to events and make so many new acquaintances. But...”
He gently scooped up your hands in his. “Forgive me for being so selfish.”
Ahkmenrah brought your hands to his lips and tentatively kissed them. His voice quieted to a whisper, his British accent thick and rich.
“I want you all to myself.”
Soft, warm eyes stared back at you. Your cheeks were instantly ablaze. You spluttered, unsure what to do. You sounded like a broken record. Your heart was thumping.
This had to be another bit, right? Ahkmenrah was always joking about this stuff. Ooey gooey romance was just platonic, witty banter for you both. It was never serious. This had to be some elaborate set up. Some joke you weren't clocking.
A pause.
“Are you joking?”
The words came out harsher than you intended.
Ahkmenrah’s demeanour instantly changed. He mirrored your nervousness and quickly let go of your hands.
“I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t actually mean I don’t want you to be successful or have new friends.” He rambled. “It was merely an exaggerated romantic declaration, I-I wouldn’t restrict you from such things, that would be controlling.” His eyes darted everywhere except to you. “A thousand apologies, I have crossed your boundaries and made you uncomfortable. Let us brush this off as another of my witty jokes and move on.”
He wrung his hands nervously. Maybe he could ask Larry to be locked away again so he would never have to see the bag he fumbled so embarrassingly hard.
“Ahkmenrah.”
Ahkmenrah instantly looked at you. You weren't expecting such an intent gaze.
You gulped. “Are you being serious? Do you-?”
“I’m afraid I do.” Ahkmenrah said. “A lot. I-I'm sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” You spluttered. “I- You’re always joking about things, I couldn't tell if you were actually being serious or not.”
“You’re right. I- I apologize.” Ahkmenrah rubbed his arm and looked down. “I- I must confess I’m not usually so facetious with others. I just- Oh, by the Gods, this is embarrassing- I enjoy making you laugh. It is the noise I crave most in this afterlife. For it means that I get to see you smile, and- ah! Your smile! Why, the Gods celebrated when they created such a smile. My heart is in some jar in another museum, but I swear I feel it flutter when i see you smile. It's so- your so-”
His breath hitched when he looked up to see you smiling. The tension in his face left immediately. His gaze softened and his words fell out of his mouth in a dazed whisper.
“You’re so beautiful.”
HOLY FUCKING SHIT- Your heart was on the world’s most intense fucking roller coaster. It was doing loop-de-loops and those scary upside-down segments and drops and all that shit. You should call your stomach a butterfly house because it was full of those pretty winged bastards.
Your tongue was like felt, and you couldn’t form words for a solid seven seconds. When you got a grip over yourself, you said the first thing that came to mind.
“No u.”
Ahkmenrah was taken aback. Then he grinned. Your cheeks flushed and you covered you face with your hands. Oh, no. Now you had made the social blunder!
“It’s okay!” Ahkmenrah chuckled softly. “I love how silly you are.”
At the exact same time, you momentarily lowered your hands, shouted- “I love you!”- and then immediately hide your face again. You thought he was confessing and you wanted to do it at the same time.
That’s your second social blunder in less than a minute! A new record. But for some reason that only made you feel worse.
This only made Ahkmenrah chuckle even louder.
“You can’t hide from me.” You felt his touch on your hands. “Is this, okay?”
“Yeah.” You murmured, embarrassed.
He slowly pried your hands off your face. You looked down- you couldn’t meet his eyes. You felt so stupid.
Ahkmenrah cups your chin and gently lifted it so you were eye-level to him.
“There you are.” He whispered. “Let the King look at his subject.” His suave attitude suddenly melted away as he began to ramble- “Not that you are my subject. I was just trying to be romantic- quite frankly, I am not higher than you in the hierarchy in anyway. We are equals. I hope I didn’t offend you-”
You realized he was just as nervous as you. But you knew the best way to evaporate the tension.
You coughed and straightened your posture. “My liege,” You started in a booming voice, sounding a bit like Octavius. “May I humbly request that you join me at the ball, this fine evening? I know you have obligations to provide musical entertainment, but between your delightful song choices, I would be honoured if you participated in dancing and other hijinks?”
Ahkmenrah immediately calmed down, and snorted into a very un-regal manner. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Why, the honour would be mine, truly! We should make our presence known down there, post haste, for I fear we may be late for the festivities!”
You both laughed.
“I’m glad we can be silly together.” You said.
Ahkmenrah nodded. “As am I!”
“And thanks for what you said about my essay.” You began to kick your feet. “It means a lot.”
“And your essay means a lot to me.” Ahkmenrah said. “ You mean a lot to me.”
“Oh, stop it, you big charmer!” You playfully shoved him.
“Hey! Don’t shove me!” Ahkmenrah complained with a huge grin. “I’m a weak and frail Pharaoh!”
You grinned along with him. “Are you too weak and frail for a hug?”
“We’ll have to find out.” He gave you a cheeky wink.
Laughing, you moved in to hug him. With a bit too much eagerness. He wasn’t expecting such speed and was knocked back into the sarcophagus. And you fell in with him.
Now you were lying on top of him, you face planted in his chest. His wrapping was a little musty, of course, but it was soft. Ahkmenrah smelt like a mixture of honey and spices. You didn’t think he needed to breath, being dead and all, but his chest rose and fell in a rhythmic fashion.
You could have fallen asleep.
“Are you alright?” Ahkmenrah quickly asked in a worried tone. You could feel the vibrations of his voice rumble through his chest.
“I AM.” You blurted out. You put your hands on his pecs (HOLY FUCK OH MY GOSH EEEEEE) for support and pushed yourself up into a sort of plank position so you could see him more easily.
“A-are you?”
He readjusted his shoulders. “You might have broken my back, but other than that-” He looked up at you and gave you a lopsided smile, “I think I’ll be okay.”
“I guess I forgot how strong I am. I mean, have you seen my muscles lately? You’d think I was taking steroids.” You replied with a nervous laugh. You were probably nervous because you were ON TOP OF HIM.
Ahkmenrah laughed, a twinkle in his eyes. “Huge muscles. Big. Ginormous. Enormous. Gargantuan. Monstrous.”
“Okay, where are you hiding the thesaurus?” You teased.
“Uh, I knew all of those words already, thank you very much.” Ahkmenrah bristled, pretending to be offended. “I studied at Cambridge University.”
“Ummm, actually! You were on display there!”
Ahkmenrah pouted. “You’re so mean to me.”
“But you love me anyway.” You laughed. “Wait. Do you love me? I mean, I said ‘I love you.’. Oh no- did I read this whole thing wrong? You never said it. Oh no, I-”
“(Y/N) (L/N).” Ahkmenrah started slowly and deliberately, looking up at you with pure affection. “I, Ahkmenrah, verbally confirm that I love you.” He paused. “Alot.”
Your heart decided to ride the roller coaster a second time. You nervously gulped and looked away-
“Ah-ah-ah.” Ahkmenrah cupped your cheek and turned your head back to him. “You’re not escaping this.” Then he added in a rushed voice, similar to those adverts that have warnings at the end; “Unless you want to go, I’m not forcing you here, you can go at anytime-!”
You cupped his hand that was cupping your cheek. “I’m okay. Here. With you.”
You then smiled. And that smile seems to put Ahkmenrah in a trance, his nervousness washing away. It was as if he was hypnotized.
“(Y/N).” He whispered, a slight tremble in his voice, his eyelids low. “Can I- Can I please kiss you?”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- Inside you were freaking out. Outside you were freaking out.
You let out a small; “Yes”.
Ahkmenrah gently put his hand behind your head and pulled you down. His lips were warm, soft- he kissed you tenderly, like you were a precious object that he was scared to break. You instantly melted into the kiss, no longer propping yourself up- your let your body press against his body.
When your lips parted, he looked up at you with such affection you thought your heart was going to burst. You blushed. He was so cute you couldn’t take it. Slightly embarrassed, you hide your face in his chest. Ahkmenrah chuckled- you could feel the vibration of it.
“Why must you hide your gorgeous face from me?” He groaned with a laugh.
“It's a new torture method I'm testing out.” You replied, your voice muffled. “Is it working?”
“Greatly.”
You let out a smug ‘hmph’. “Good.”
“I suppose that gives me clearance to test out my own torture method.” Ahkmenrah said.
Before you could react, his legs hooked over yours and he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You let out a yelp as he began to squeeze.
“I call this the bone-crusher!” he cackled evilly.
“Oh noooo!” You cried out. But in reality, the pressure from the hug was super comfortable. Ahkmenrah’s wrappings were tight, so you could feel every part of his body.
Ahkmenrah hummed. “You may have interrogated me for your research, but there are still things you’ve yet to learn about me.”
“What things?” You asked, confused.
Ahkmenrah tousled your hair and leaned into your ear. “Things that wouldn’t be appropriate for an essay.”
Then you heard the voice of the 26th President of the United States in the distance.
“My fair Pharaoh!” Teddy Roosevelt called, the clip clops of Texas echoing down the hall. “My dear (Y/N)! Where are you? The party’s started and we don’t know how to use musical equipment! Jedediah has taken it upon himself to sing an acapella version of ‘Nine to Five’ and is trying to rally everyone into a line dance! I need your help, on the double!”
You and Ahkmenrah didn’t have time to move. It wasn’t like you were actually doing anything scandalous, but with no context one would think-
As Teddy arrived on Texas at the entrance of the exhibit, he looked in and exclaimed. “OH, GREAT HEAVENS!”
“No, wait, Teddy-!” You began.
Teddy covered Texas’ eyes and then covered his own. “I expect you to cease these frivolities right this minute to join the festivities.” he said, managing to muster up a commanding voice.
He promptly left, leaving no room for explanation.
You and Ahkmenrah looked at each other. And then you both fell into a fit of giggles.
The party was a smash hit. You just about kept all the exhibits under control, even when Lewis tried to start an emu-riding race with Clark and Sacajawea. And Ahkmenrah was in his element. He played banger after banger, rummaging through old records that Larry had donated.
At one point, you caught Ahkmenrah’s eye. You gestured for him to join and he eagerly obliged, putting on ‘Walk Like and Egyptian’ before entering the dance floor.
And you both totally teared that dance floor up! You were having fun being silly and goofy with him, and it was evident Ahkmenrah felt the same.
But Teddy Roosevelt, with his trusty binoculars and watchful eyes, made sure you left room for Jesus.