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Jesus is so, so excited! He can’t wait to meet this guy because everyone says he’s awesome! He can't stop himself from giggling, butterflies and caterpillars keep wriggling in his stomach non-stop. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath as his lips stretch to reveal his glistening white teeth.
In usual circumstances, he would never subject himself to meeting up with a…desert dweller. However, this desert dweller is totally different from all those other desert freaks, and word is he’s also fixing the others up, he’s… a messiah. Just like him! He flips his stark red locks behind his shoulder. And now that he notices his hair, he begins to worry.
‘Should I have cut it?’ A thought forms in his head with countless others. ‘Do I look stupid smiling this much?’, ‘Is my hair super frizzy?’, ‘What if my clothes are lame?’ and ‘Should I have rid myself of the beard?’
He’s stalling. He knows that - that he’s wasting time. It was like this when he was to confront Judas (probably because he looked super hot at the time and Jesus walked in on him showering). He inhales again, a determined look crossing his face, and finally knocks.
To his surprise, the door creaks open on its own.
He walks in and feels the presence of either a humble being or a poor one. ‘Hah, this totally looks like a desert dweller house. Very…sandy. And stupid, very sandy and very stupid.’
He spots a male sitting on the floor (or sand in this case), hunching over some stone piece. As he moves closer, he sees that it’s just a stupid rock with no inscription on it. On the contrary, the man holds it as if it’s a valuable. Jesus stands there for a second or two, his gaze shifting between the rock and the man.
After a few minutes, he speaks with his eyes never leaving the rock. “I’m busy, so go away.”
Jesus blinks “What?” He’s been denied many times for sure - most of his life actually, but not like that.
Muhammad turns his gaze towards him “I’m not in the mood for questions.” His appearance is rather not to Jesus’ tastes, only barely qualifying as homosexually attractive - barely.
“But you’re looking at a rock.”
“You…question me?” His head snaps, he tilts it to a 90 degrees, his eyes wide as Jesus' asshole.
Christ’s eyebrow twitches “Wh-who do you think you are?!” He gets defensive.
“Why are you here if you don’t even know who I am?”
“...I do know who you are.”
Muhammad’s face undergoes a ‘Duh,everyone does (smirk)’ micro-expression.
“And who are you, then?”
He hesitates for a moment, “Jesus…Jesus Christ.”
Muhammad throws the rock aside, his stupid eyes suddenly filled with light, his face red of shock and awe. “Jesus…? Yeshua, I-Isa?” He whispers as his cracked lips contort out the words. “H-how did you even come to know of me?!”
Muhammad gets up on his knees and takes Jesus’ palm into sweaty hands.
He nods eagerly, all the while very bothered with the sweaty palm, a smile on his face. “Yeah, I go by tons of names.” He doesn’t answer his question, though. “I heard you were spreading the word of Yahweh…and I thought we could-”
“Y-yahweh, yes Yahweh! Totally Yahweh!”
“...uh yes, and I was-”
“Of course I preach Yahweh’s testament!”
“Uh…okay…? I was wondering if we could get to know each other, you know?”
Muhammad bows again, this time kissing his hand with his slimy lips. His tongue brushes over the veins of his hand and throbs against it for a moment. “Of course, your grace.” His tone is full of sincerity and abrupt devotion. “Whatever you wish.” He whispers, along with “And I’m so sorry I dared to speak like that to you, I don’t want to offend you a-”
“None was taken.” He cuts him off suddenly.
Jesus’ smile stretches wider, some pride stuck in his teeth, and some blood rushing to his cock.
‘Hah, I’m finally feeling like a Messiah for once.’
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