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thirty third flame: video; { siblings

Stop fightin’ me, bro!

[Rin’s SFC turns on to a view of somewhere in the Villa, near-ish the living room. There’s some scuffling happening off screen, as he’s trying to get Yukio in front of it. It sounds like the younger twin is doing his dead-level best to prevent that from happening, but as the brief flashes of flailing elbows grow longer and slide of socked feet against the floor grows louder, it becomes apparent that Yukio’s is a losing battle.]

Niisan! Let me go!

No!

[A losing battle, indeed. Rin is just too strong for his younger very much human brother, and soon enough both of them are in front of the SFC, panting and a little frazzled. Rin lets out a huff and forces the mess that is his bangs back out of his face, all with a terribly mischievous grin.]

HEY! I know we’re all doom and gloom right now for… reasons, but seriously you guys gotta check this out!

[Whatever Rin is doing, it’s clear it involves throwing Yukio under the proverbial bus. He turns his younger brother around forcefully, showing that Yukio has… gained a tail. Exactly like Rin’s. It’s presently lashing to and fro in an obviously agitated manner, mirroring the protests of its owner. Yukio lunges to one side, still determined to escape his brother’s grip.]

It’s not funny!

[You’re not going anywhere. Rin’s grip is way too tight.]

Lookit! It’s totally cute! Hehehehe! Cute little taaaail~

Niisan...

[Yukio growls under his breath, and the careful observer might be able to pinpoint the exact moment that he decides he is 1000% done. Rin receives no warning before his little brother lashes out, bending one long leg with every intention of planting a knee in his midsection. An attempted headbutt follows immediately after.

Rin might be stronger, but Yukio still has just a little more reach and (currently) absolutely no sense of humor. Thank Night for this one, bro.]

URGHF--!

[The noise Rin makes isn’t even remotely dignified. Yukio’s strikes hit as they’re intended to, and the half-demon goes down like a sack of bricks, collapsing off screen.

He groans loudly, lifting a hand shakily.]

Worth… it…

[Yukio wrenches himself out of Rin’s grip before the other boy can take him down with him, stumbling for a moment and reaching up to cup his forehead with one hand. As hard as the hit was (because let’s be honest, Rin defines the word “blockhead”) he’s sure to have a nasty welt there pretty soon, but he shakes off his own discomfort pretty quickly in favor of attending to more important matters. Like the camera that’s still recording.]

… Idiot.

[Two long strides close the distance between Yukio and the camera, and then the feed goes black. Sorry, folks, show’s over.]

((ooc: Green is obviously Yukio (

doctor_dragoon ) and replies can come from both once Rin picks himself up off the ground))

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[Yukio's not terribly optimistic about their chances of simply being returned home, but if he were? His family is the only loss he would really feel. No Shiro. No Night. He still has Rin at home, but it's a very different situation. A different relationship.

He sighs and let's the previous subject drop.]

... I'm sorry about your school.

[As much as True Cross is supposed to be "home", it's not a home Rin really wants to return to. The alternative isn't all that great either, but he could almost say he'd be more willing to face death in Vatheon than go back with no memory of what he'd come to be in that place.

Almost.

The subject change gets him to sit up finally, rubbing at his bruised stomach with a grimace. He's oddly quiet, though, looking away rather than at Yukio.

After a bit though, he looked up again with a clearly faked smile.]

At least I tried, right?

[Yukio stays flopped on the couch for now, as undignified as most people ever get to see him, but glances in Rin's direction.]

That's the most important part.

Yeah.

[It was upsetting, to say the least, but as hollow as that smile was for him, he can say that he got that far at all, which is an accomplishment for him.]

... want me to bring you some ice?

[It really is a shame. As much as Yukio nags at him and disapproves of his various activities, he really would've liked to see this dream succeed.]

... Yes, please.

[If certain events back home hadn't transpired the way they did, he might have eventually gotten on the path to something like that. If not a school then maybe his own business. Being older (nearly eighteen now!) certainly showed he was capable of growing up eventually.

Nothing can be done about it now, but maybe some day the idea might creep back in to his head if he ever gets tired of dealing with the Order and convinces them that letting him live his own life won't result in the world burning.]

'kay. Back in a minute.

[Fat chance, bro, but it's a nice dream. The world may have to actually burn before the Order sees reason.]

Thank you.

[Obviously he's just going to have to change his name and go in to hiding for a little peace and quiet.]

Want anythin' to drink while I'm in here?

[And maybe try not to burst into flames too often. Might give you away.]/i>

A bottle of water, please?

'kay!

[He can certainly try to.]

Ah damn it--!

[Rin swears, and it's followed by several dull thuds on the floor. The water bottles got moved recently and to a bad spot for anyone trying to grab just one.]

Ugh... gonna be another minute! Sorry!

[Yukio sighs and chuckles a little to himself, slowly sitting up and setting his feet on the floor properly. When Rin finally returns he'll find Yukio back to his usual collected self.

Plus a big red lump on his head.]

... nice bump.

[He hands a bottle over first, then a bag of ice wrapped in a towel, a second in his own hand for himself. Not for his head but for his stomach because seriously bro, his gut is a lot more squishy than his head.]

[He accepts both, setting the bottle on the cushion beside him and carefully pressing the ice to his forehead.]

Don't make me do that again.

[No pity for your stomach, Rin.]

[Why do you think he's taking care of himself instead of whining about it?]

I won't, I won't... I got it outta my system.

Your self control needs work.

[Because that tail's gonna be there all week, man.]

[It might get poked a few times before the week is out]

Doesn't it always?

[He's going to have to hide it in his shirt or something. He's not really crazy about the idea of being seen with it anyway.]

So maybe you should get moving on that.

[Just do what Rin did and wrap it around you. Works great under shirts.]

Mn... nah.

[Just gonna flop down in to an arm chair and put the ice on his stomach.]

[Rolling his eyes at you, bro.]

You need to train more, I think. I shouldn't have been able to do that.

Only because I've never seen you move like that before! Used to be if I had a hold of you, you'd just wiggle until you could get free or slip out from your shirt or somethin'!

[He pauses, though, and adds quietly]

You're right, though. I do. Especially if... whatever happens comes down to a fight...

I haven't had to do that since I grew taller than you. Before that.

[Nodding, gaze falling to the carpet.] You never know who's going to be able to do what. It's better to be prepared.

[Rin's own gaze falls, and his free hand picks at the leg of his jeans even though there's not a speck of dirt to be found on them.]

I'm... gonna have more time now. I should go talk to Night.

He mentioned something about possibly working with the both of us together.

Did he? ... might be worth bringin' up now then.

Maybe.

[Though Yukio's not sure what the point is of him training with two people with such ridiculous strength. They'll only have to hold back for him.]

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