 He’d been C E R T A I N that for the first time in a LONG time, he was pleasantly occupied from the drama that surrounded Daddy dearest and his useful son (that wasn’t just a pile of mud)...-maybe it was strange, the way he was almost drawn to his brother like something was edging him forward and wanting him to be right where he was. OR maybe he really had just given into his feelings today, bitter or otherwise what did he have outside of the Mudpit and his existence that was barely that at all. Maybe it didn’t help in the S L I G H T E S T that said brother also (and for some strange reason) shared a slight resemblance with him: from the curls to the way his features sat...
..damn Malivore for giving this kid that too.Â
 “Someone CLEARLY woke up on the wrong side of the bed...” there was some amusement to his tone, a need to slouch back as if he’d just won some battle..except he was missing being punched right about now. “I mean you could totally use that knife over there and stab me...-you know just a few times...” he hummed almost considering what he was asking. “In the leg maybe?”
@frcmashes​
