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"Recklessly brave in the face of danger. You really are his brother." the man said with a smirk. He glanced down at the pictures then back at the boy. "I'm sure that even with your memory loss you know the answer deep down." he said then motioned to the pictures. "The darker-haired boy is your older brother, Ellery Advimi."
"Long ago there was a burglary in your house. Your parents and your sister were murdered, but your brother managed to save you. He dragged you outside as a fire started inside your house. He threw you over the fence and yelled at you to run. As you fell, you hit your head on the ground and I assume it's that impact that took away your memories. So without your memories and a fearful surrounding, you ran away as fast as you could, leaving your family behind." the man recited wistfully. His eyes, which admired the starlit sky, climbed back down to look at the mouse. "Well? Does any of that ring a bell?" He glanced at the necklace when the street light cast a glint on it. "Your brother had a necklace just like that."

Patrick Sinclair

"Let the storm rage on..."

Patrick read the writing quickly, blushing with pleasure and smiling at Monday as sweetly as he could. "Wow, really?" He set one hand on his heated cheek and bit his lip, looking downwards. "I-I really like talking to you too, Monday. I think you're the coolest person I've met here!" Gushing like a stupid schoolgirl, Patrick smacked himself in his mind and tightened his grip on the chains holding him up.

"...The cold never bothered me anyway."

Patrick Sinclair

"Let the storm rage on..."

"You're funny, you're sweet, you don't mind that i'm kinda weird, you're interesting," listed off the male as he counted on his fingers, looking up at the sky as he did. "You're friendly, unlike most of the people here, and I just really like you. That, and I really like the way you acted with Friday. Most people just kind of brush them aside, happy to just look at the rabbits and such, but you actually wanted to hold them. I really like people who like animals." He reached out to touch Monday's shoulder briefly, but his fingers still tingled from the touch. "I dunno. You're just my type of person, and i really like you, Monday."

"...The cold never bothered me anyway."

Patrick Sinclair

"Let the storm rage on..."

Visibly deflated, Patrick slid off his gloves and set them in his lap, summoning a bit of snow onto his lap and starting to work with it. He plucked two small leaves from a closeby bush, setting two stones as eyes on the small creature he was making. Soon enough, a small snow rabbit was in his hands, moving on its own and twitching its nose. "Here," he offered, cold hands holding the rabbit carefully. It's ears ruffled slightly, blinking twice at the masked male, then edging just a bit closer and sniffing again. A tiny squeak could be heard coming from the small mouth, the small snow creature wriggling its hindquarters as it prepared to jump onto Monday's hand.

"...The cold never bothered me anyway."

The tall man raised an eyebrow slightly. He opened his mouth to answer, only to end up coughing awkwardly into a balled fist at the rest of the questions. He felt like he was explaining sex to his son for the first time. "Ah... He's happy. He has a short-temper, but is easy to make smile. He's... good-looking, I suppose. As for family, uh... Would you like to meet him?" Wow. He never felt so uncool before.