Anamnesiis

It not only slapped Emmet, but slapped the frosted toaster strudel he'd been eating (still frozen and at 10:00 pm) out of his hand and onto the floor, frosting side down. He stared at it as if mourning the deceased body of a loved one.

When he finally snapped his attention back to Ingo, it looked like he was almost about to cry- a sharp contrast to the wide smile on his face. It was perhaps a bit too wide, though, like he was holding the expression in place to keep himself from lashing out. He gave his brother a few small claps before speaking.

"Verrrrrrrrrry impressive sneak attack, Ingo!" He chirped before immediately dropping his tone into one much more stern. "Just know that once you have started down this track, there is no way to return." He got really close. "I am going to strike back, Ingo. I am going to strike back when you least expect it. Nowhere in this apartment is safe."

"Don't you always like to remind me how the smallest distraction could lead to defeat? Emmet. You should of seen my attack coming from a mile away." His little brother was already going to come for him so he might as well get a word in before it was all over. Emmet's payback was known to be far worse than his own.

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