Fabian Prewett

….Right. Of course, dear brother.

So what's going on with you and this American bird I'm hearing about?

'Course. I know when you're about to get shirty and spend the rest of the day moping.

I don't mope. I attractively pout. 

E as in Emmeline or E as in El— nevermind. All E’s. Off limits.

Good, thank you. 

Nope.

Then hop off the E-topic. 

I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.

Of course you wouldn't. I am not even surprised. Let's talk about that mystery American bird, huh? Have you even managed to snog her yet? 

Then why, dear brother, are you not doing a better job of it? Instead you’d rather have a ‘life’ that’s filled with snogging Emmeline Vance’s and discovering your sweet lady love has arrived to awaken you from eternal sleep.

I knew you were the one who let her in! 

[Huffing, she rolled over him and clung to his back, putting him in a headlock with not a lot of force.] Fierce! No I’ve deiced my idiot brothers don’t need sweaters, you’d be surprised how much time was freed up when I realized I don’t have to knit sweaters to account for Gideon’s giant head and your stupid enormous shoulders.

[He rolled over so he laid on top of her with a groan before rolling back onto his stomach.] Good I don't want a stupid sweater. I want to sleep. Also please remove yourself from my room if you are going to be rude. 

A life without protecting your family from themselves? Please, Fabes, it’s got to be atleast a hobby at this point.

It's more than a hobby and you know it. 

Is it really my fault you’re always conspicuously absent when Molly decides to talk to me? You’re the favorite, I only see her when we’re going to fight.

It's not my fault you two set each other off. I can't babysit you both all the time. I do have a life, ya know. 

[Trying to squeeze him harder than he could squeeze him, which was frankly a losing battle, she settled for pulling the blankets off of him with her legs.] I’ll shove you. Straight off this bed. Giddy could try, I am small but fierce.

[He used his feet to push her body away from him.] You're small but annoying. Why're you here? Don't you have sweaters to make? 

Yeah, because you let me get in trouble expressing our shared opinion. Owling Mum will only work if we beat Smalls to it.

Is it really my fault you had that argument with her while I wasn't there? No. 

[Clinging to his chest she petulantly put her cold toes against his legs and wiggled them.] 1 PM Fabes, weekend only excuses so much. I’ll pull you in with me, he’ll go for you, you’re a bigger meal. 

[He gripped her against him in a forced cuddle.] Shove it. Gids would avenge me!

[Pulling back, she hit him with the pillow] Don’t threaten me. You can’t kill me, you’d get in trouble with Mum.

[He gripped the pillow and tucked it under his head once more and gave a sharp push against her, hoping she'd fall off the bed.] I'll feed you to the squid. Weekend, Smalls. I'm sleeping.