totally just stab him, bruh

Caesar snorted, mimicking her actions by rolling his eyes. “You could tell these people anything and they’d eat it up, humans are so gullible.”

Caesar rolled her eyes and patted the door of his car. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” He had a love for films, old and recent enough to be quoted with people knowing what the hell he was talking about. “Listen to your younger brother, Beatrice. He knows all.”

Caesar flashed Beatrice a grin, as he leaned out of the window of his own car, looking at her piece of junk car. “Or, or you could just buy a new car.”

Ebba smiles softly at herlittle brother. He always reminded her of their dad, what a man. Well, what a king if they were being exact. “Caeser, a lot has changed. But for one, I did miss you.” She said. She honestly did miss her brother. She never liked having a missing sibling in the house. It felt a bit emptier without him. She smiled softly and held out a small piece of cake to him, baking it herself. “Welcome home, brother.” She said, hoping her brother would like the cake.

Caesar had often looked up to their father - the king, the one who ruled all. He aspired to be more like him as he grew up, so much so that he was even named after him - Leopold the second, but now those were bittersweet memories. He refused to go by that name again. “Why thank you, darling sister.” He gave her an affectionate smile - Caesar had a soft-spot for Ebba. Accepting the cake with a grin, he took a small bite of it, finding comfort in the small piece. “It is absolutely delicious, Eb. You did a good job.”

“Seems we have that in common. My own daughters wouldn’t care if someone trapped me in a lamp right now. I don’t even want to start with my grandson… Honestly what’s family for if not to discourage you, though?”

“I didn’t speak to them for two hundred years because they irritated me, so in all honesty I don’t think we’re the family of the year. Or century, even. Maybe that’s just me, seeing as I was always the ‘problem’ child. I can’t help it they’re so bloody irritating.”

Frederik narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, a smile playing on his lips. “Obviously you’ve been gone far too long, baby brother. Beasts are all the rage in town these days.”

“Oh how you amuse me, Freddy.” His nickname for his brother hadn’t been used in a long time; it felt foreign on Caesar’s lips. “It has been far too long. Exciting though, I visited Europe. It’s strange; everything is so modernised nowadays.”

“Yes, well…most here seem to be the ‘so what?’ type of welcome party. Not many of them care— and frankly I hadn’t known you well enough to do so either. But I suppose a welcome is in order. So: welcome back, Ainsworth.”

“Well you are definitely more welcoming than my dear, old family. Would you consider adopting me? I don’t like them much anyway.”

“Why would that happen if no one missed you?”

“Oh Frederik, put the claws away. Nobody likes a beast.”

“No, nope, nuh uh. Just wondered what the goop was.”

“Do you want some?”

“Moisturising my hands, is that a crime?”

“It is always so nice to hear you bullshitting me.” Valeria rolled her eyes as she took a seat beside him.

“If I won’t, who will?” Caesar cracked a grin at Valeria, who had to be at least her favourite mermaid. “How’ve you been, dear Valeria?”

“We were going to rule the world, were we not? Those were good times, I miss them quite a bit. Mother would get furious, but father would just laugh.”

“Genetics is a funny thing, no? Cause while you say my face looks constipated, I say it just gets like this when I’m thinking about punching people.”

“Go ahead, punch me. The outcome is gonna hurt you a lot more than it does me.”

“It’s eight hundred years of putting up with you and your antics.”

“Ah, but you love me anyway.”

“Why, did your mother tell you that you were pretty and you believed her until you looked in the mirror?” Rosa asked, crossing her arms. “I didn’t need my mother to tell me that–I’ve had plenty of people reassure it to me.”

“Oh no, my mother is dead.”