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∞ 74: A windy day [action]

[Despite the mild windiness today, Albert is sitting out on the porch of his house. He has a few notes and his journal with him, but he's mostly just out there to think and drink a little. The town meeting was just yesterday, and it certainly proved a few things he had surmised about the populace. There had been a few opinions he had heard that more clearly showed others' state of mind (some for the better, most for the worse), and he had to readjust those plans accordingly.

Now to think of the next course of action.]

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[He shrugs.]

I don't care. [And he really doesn't. He's... not even interested in reading at all.] Anything. Just nothing too boring, or I might fall asleep.

[Albert stands there, ready to just cross his arms at Caesar's behavior. But after awhile, he walks over to the side table and retrieves a thin book he had been perusing awhile back.]

Move over.

[He's going along with it? Huh. Caesar'll wipe that look of surprise off his face quickly and move over, just as he's told. Now, how to handle this...]

[He isn't going to read to Caesar. Nope. He's just going to sit on his side of the couch, opening up the book and skimming through it like it's absolutely fascinating. Silently.]

[Not going to read to him? Goodness. We can't have that. But since Albert's settled in now, he isn't going to demand that right away. Nope, instead, he'll just have to invade his brother's side of the couch so he can "see" the book. Caesar isn't going to say anything, though. He's just going to sit obnoxiously close, possibly leaning his head against his brother's arm. Oh, and "reading" this book or something.]

[Albert immediately tenses up when he feels his personal space being invaded. He looks over at Caesar, trying to keep his voice level (and not bewildered).]

What are you doing?

[Caesar replies sheepishly.]

Reading. [Duh. He motions toward the book.] Albert should read, too.

I was reading. [Until you did that. Albert frowns more, halfheartedly trying to move Caesar off of his arm. This is weird.]

[What. You can't do that. Caesar looks up at Albert, also frowning.]

I'm not moving.

[And now Caesar will get another look back.]

Why not?

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Because I don't want to. You're comfortable. [Which is far from true, because Albert obviously isn't very relaxed at the moment. But details.]

[What is this? Albert is almost wondering if Caesar intends to pickpocket him, but there's nothing of import in his pockets and there's no reason for Caesar to think he would have something important in his pockets.]

So you're going to just sit there. On me.

[Caesar doesn't answer right away, as though he's thinking this over. Of course, his mind is already made up, but Albert doesn't have to know that.]

Yes. I think I am. At least until it gets boring.

[Albert doesn't know what to say to that. It takes him a moment to reason out that Caesar will likely get bored very soon if he just continues what he was doing. So he shifts a little, then goes back to reading the book.]

[Huh. Even if Caesar's doing this on purpose, he was expecting Albert to put up more of a fight. Maybe Caesar just needs to give him more of a reason to. :|; So after another moment of "reading", he decides he's not comfortable enough, and he tugs on the sleeve of Albert's shirt.]

[He tenses up again, brows knitting together as he looks at his brother.]

What is it, Caesar? [He's more uncomfortable than he's letting on.]

I'm sleepy.

[Head goes back on Albert's arm. Caesar has a feeling it's only a matter of time before he's pushed off the couch.

...so he decides to ~~cling~~ hold onto Albert's arm. Just in case.]

[... ... ...]

No, Caesar.

[He'll back off a little to avoid death.]

Why not?

[Not far enough. Albert is still tense.]

Why not? You're asking that while you're doing something this questionable? [If he was more frustrated that bewildered, he really would be pushing Caesar off of the couch.]

Huh? [Did he really have to say it like that?] I'm not doing anything, let alone anything questionable! You must be imagining things.

You're practically in my lap, Caesar, telling me to read to you. You haven't done that since you-- [...]

[Face? Meet palm.]

[Caesar doesn't think Albert quite understands yet, but that reaction is priceless. He's going to have to try hard to keep a straight face.]

Hey, I never asked you to read to me. [You didn't let him get that far, sob.]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose as he calms down a little.]

I'm sure you were going to get to that shortly. Please do not tell me you are mentally regressing in your boredom.

Wh-why is that even a possibility? [Caesar will move over so there's actually a reasonable amount of space between them again. You can relax, Albert! For now!] That has nothing to do with it.