chikaidestroyer | ∞ 78: One bed, two brothers [accidental voice / action]

[Albert's room is a neat and quiet place, and has been that way since he departed with the other draftees last week. One would expect it to stay that way.

Unfortunately, one Caesar Silverberg decided to take his decision of waiting for Albert in his home one step further, invading said bedroom. He's lazily curled up on his brother's bed. It's a much more comfortable bed after all, complete with nicer beddings than the spare sheets he would have used in the spare room. Plus it's out of the way and perfect for napping, and he'd only get woken up for meals...

He could get used to this.

The relative silence of the bedroom is broken by a clatter and thump as something falls to the floor. Caesar doesn't stir. If he did, he would have realized that it's a journal that isn't his own. It's fallen open and is recording the ensuing silence.

A moment passes.

Then there's a solid thump as something heavy falls on top of the bed. And Caesar.]

AHHHHH- What the hell—!? GET OFF OF ME!

Wh— Caesar?!

OFF. You've got bony elbo— OW!

Get your hand out of th—

[The voices are cut off by the sound of feet kicking against the wall, and then another loud thump as something lands on the floor—and the journal. The recording shuts off.]

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That jerk fell on me!

[Yeah, he figured that one out. Totally not snickering.]

I can see that.

Should've picked somewhere else to fall.

I don't think he could have done that if he tried. Tell him 'Welcome back' for me, won't you?

Are you okay though? [He's in a fairly good mood today, Caesar. You just amused him with that strange post.]

Yes, yes, sure, I'll see what I can do. [If Caesar weren't so annoyed about all this, he'd wonder why Hugo, of all people, would want to welcome his brother back. Suspicious? Naaah.]

I'm fine, but... elbows.

[Because he's not so bad ~~once the mun updates her CR posts orz~~ and it was just the proper thing to do.]

Elbows?

[Caesar can't be reasonable right now. :(]

Bony elbows. And heavy eyebrows.

[Hugo resists the urge to point out that Caesar probably has bonier elbows, especially considering how skinny he is.]

I don't think you'd feel the weight of his eyebrows Caesar.

[He'd totally just deny it, anyway.]

How can you be sure? Maybe that's the reason he's so heavy.

[Hugo has had firsthand experience though!]

Then I'd imagine it'll just be his head, and not his entire body.

[...w-well. Yes. That's true.]

Don't underestimate him, Hugo. This is Albert we're talking about.

I thought we were talking about the eyebrows?

Oh, but we are! The eyebrows make the man, Hugo.

How can it make Albert heavier though? They're on his face.

Details, Hugo. Details. His eyebrows are his strongest weapon.

How exactly is it his strongest weapon?

Isn't it obvious?

Not... really.

He nearly crushed me with them!

I thought that was due to his elbows. [He's not even taking this seriously anymore... not that he could have when they started discussing eyebrows for that matter.]

[Yeaaah, he definitely stopped being serious after he mentioned the eyebrows.]

No, no. His elbows just... hurt. But his eyebrows could have killed me.