Day 19: Mischief
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Anthony was sitting quite peacefully in the common room, eating fruit with his tea, enjoying his downtime. That was until Gregory starting doing the one thing Anthony told him not to do, shoot his bow and arrow, he got from Collin, in the house. The arrow whizzes passed his face, shattering one of the lamps before lodging itself into the wall. Anthony turned slowly to look at his youngest brother, seeing the look of pure terror on his face.
"Did I not tell you eight times not to play with that inside?" He asked, slowly getting up and approaching him.
"I didn't mean to let go of the arrow." He mumbled under his breath, avoiding eye contact with his eldest brother. Anthony squinted at him, poking around his abdomen.
"Ahahanthony!"
"Why do you never listen child? This is the only way you seem to listen to me." Anthony grabbed Gregory as he tried to back up, holding him to his chest in a backwards hug. His fingers vibrating into the teen's ribs, holding him up as his legs buckle.
"BROHOHOHOTHER PLEHEHEHEASE!" He cried, legs kicking against the floor frantically as he pulls at his brother's fingers.
"Please what Gregory?"
"STOHOHOOHOP COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Anthony hummed as if he were thinking before dropping him down on the couch.
"Don't shoot that thing in the house again or I will get Kate to help me next time." He scolded with a warning finger, waiting for Gregory to nod before going back to his fruit.












