Baahir x Gary. This is my ship goddamnit. Baahir doesn't get enough justice and I'm giving the poor thing a little attention. (I searched Tumblr and found FOUR drawings of best boy ever.)
Warnings: Cursing and some shaming of religion.
Ages: 19 both.
Question: If this ship had to be stereotypical, who'd top? Baahir or Gary? I'm just rather interested in your opinion.
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Baahir's POV (m'boy)

"Fire! Fire!"

I stand up, looking around.

"Ma'am. What is it with all the yelling?" Gary asks, looking around.

"Nice to see you. I didn't know you moved here," I say.

He laughs.

"Just moved. Now. Ma'am, why are you yelling?" Gary asks.

"Apologies, we were testing the fire alarms. She just got very surprised by them."

Stan runs down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks.

Butters runs in afterwards.

"Oh. Hey Gary. Did you have a nice time moving in?" Butters asks.

Stan freezes and, very slowly, hides behind me.

"Save me," he says.

Gary laughs.

"Hi Leo, yeah, I did. It was nice of you to help me out," Gary says.

He looks behind me to Stan, who tries to run away one more time.

"Hey Stan," Gary says.

"Oh eh... hi. Look, I was an idiot when I was younger. So, um, forgive me?" Stan asks.

Gary laughs at this.

"Of course. But I'm not going to apologise for my behaviour as I did what I saw right," Gary says.

"Understandable. Wanna go... catch up? Over tea or something amongst those lines?" Stan asks.

"Isn't it over coffee?" Gary asks.

Butters shakes his head.

"No, don't. Stan will actually kill you if you do," Butters says.

"No coffee around Stan, he'll get-," I say.

Stan chuckles.

"I'm not particularly a coffee person," Stan says.

"Oh... that's... not very dramatic," Gary says.

"He's trying to be nice since he was cringe attacks over the fact he was so mean to you," Butters says.

"Oi! I'm nice anyway," Stan says.

"Arguable," I say, chuckling.

Stan laughs and hugs Butters for whatever reason. He's damn clingy sometimes. Which, I mean, is not particularly a bad thing but i don't know how Butters stands him. I would be running out of that relationship before you could say 'Fuck my life.'

"So, up for a cup of coffee?" Gary asks me.

Stan's face falls.

"I mean, sure," I say.

He laughs. Stan mutters 'gay' to Butters.

"Hey! Bi is closer to gay than poly!" I say.

"I can't particularly argue with Stan's point. Although my magic man seems to be okay with it," Gary says.

"Magic man?" Butters asks, laughing.

"Magic man. Christians have Jesus and so on and so forth," Stan says.

"Whose yours?" Gary asks.

"I'm not sure. I'm still developing the metric systems religion but I'm pretty sure Gabriel Mouton is a pretty good candidate," Stan says.

"Gabriel who?" I ask.

"Gabriel Mouton, the most known theory for the developer of the metric system," Gary says.

"Oh, Thanks, I wasn't ever really interested in that kind of thing. I was always more into drawing and writing and such, creative work," I say.

"Awesome. I'm pretty good with random facts. Including Gabriel Mouton. I'm not sure what kind of person he was though," Gary says.

"Considering his time...," Stan says.

"Yeah, He probably did things that would sound terrible to us," Gary says.

Stan nods, I join in.

"Morals age a lot quicker than most people think. Maybe these days morale will be old someday, we aren't particularly morally correct since I'm sure Gabriel Mouton was very moral considering his time," I say.

Stan nods.

"However, my magic man never said anything that I could worship, so I can keep my morals in the place they are... so yeah, I have my morals despite my religion," Stan says.

"So you hate Mormons?" Gary asks.

He laughs, taking a hold of my should to support himself.

"I'm not actually salty at all... it just came out," Gary says.

I laugh, petting his head.

"We know, you're Mormon, you're not salty... don't take me seriously, I'm not insulting you for your religion. I just like to make jokes about religion," Stan says.

Gary rolls his eyes.

"I don't mind it as long as it isn't coming from a foul place," Gary says.

"Like some people say, 'Never take anything too seriously'. I don't think either of us are people that jump to arms at the word of religion. So what if I believe in the Islamic religion? You can make fun of it. Gary is sort of alike as long as I see, so, how the Hell can you take religion seriously?" I ask.

Gary nods.

"The Cute ones always get it," Gary says.

"I don't think I'm that cute but okay. I will take it, it's coming from a handsome dude after all," I say.

Gary laughs as Stan mutters 'Why won't you just kiss, if you want to act like the perfect fucking couple?'

"Okay then. Wanna kiss?" I ask.

Gary shrugs.

"I mean. Why the heck no?" He asks.

Stan looks away and I kiss him. Gary laughs, loudly.

"I honestly thought you were going to kiss me on the cheek or something," he says.

"All the way or nothing," I say, smiling.

"Okay, I'm stealing that line for my religion," Stan says.

I laugh.

"So if we were going to get... tea?" I ask.

Gary shrugs.

"Sure, let me get my bag real quick," he says..

"Are you kidding or-?" I ask.

"No. Why?" He asks.

I sigh and tap his bag.

"Oh... I'm so stupid," he says, laughingly loudly.

He is literally holding his stomach.

"Oh my World! Really? I can't," Gary says.

"Are.... are you okay?" Butters asks.

"Y-yes. Give me a minute," Gary says.

"It's not that funny?" Stan asks.

"To me, it is. Humour isn't something you widely agree on all around the world, I have a different sense of it," Gary says.