}~Rontu Amaru~{
The First Day...
Current P.O.V.=
Demetrius
The First Day...
Current P.O.V.=
Demetrius
He was pissed.
Pissed enough to speed a bit, the yellow ticket he received from the cop was crumpled in his hand on the steering wheel, and the windows were rolled up, the dark tint masking what little sunlight shone through the clouds.
The car was thick with silence, though a small, choking noise caught his attention. The werewolf gave a glance to the rear view mirror, catching sight of the child in the back.
The boy was crying, but what bothered him was that he was trying to be quiet about it.
"...Grrr....Why the heck are you crying?!"
HE gave a slight glare to the boy, watching him cringe, his form transparent slightly, as were all of his pixie race...
Dem sighed, his hackles had rose and no doubt he scared the boy. Again.
"I-I'm sorry I-I got y-you a t-ticket..."
The child sniffled, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands, sobbing quietly as Dem stopped the car at a red light, running a hand through his hair.
"Look-it wasn't your fault! It was that damn cop, didn't believe me that I didn't know! Hell, how was I supposed to know that kids have to sit in the back and not the front?! Not I got a damn ticket..."
"I-I ....s-sorry...."
He sobbed even harder, and Dem bit down on his lip. Damn.
Sighing, he dug around the sides of the door, pulling out some tissues for the boy and handing them to him.
"Look....don't cry, Sorry, I just... I lose it a lot, alright? Sides, it wasn't your fault, you didn't know. I didn't know, let's just blame the cop, okay?"
"K...kay..."
He didn't sound convinced, but Dem let it drop, turning the curb and driving down a few streets before parking at a two story house that was rather large; one of the biggest on the street.
"And... Here we are. Welcome to your new home, Rontu."
THe boy sat up suddenly, the tears having dried off but still evident on his face as he peered through the window...Eh?
Dem saw a smile light up the pixie's face, causing one to form on his own lips, and he chuckled, stepping out and unlocking the doors.
The boy was so giddy he couldn't even open the door right, so Demetrius leaned over, opening the door just as a large dog-no, a small wolf busted out from the house, tail wagging as he bounded over to the two, with Demetrius rolling his eyes. Show off.
"E-EEK!"
The tiny pixie reached out and shut the door, ducking down with his face against his knees, trembling as his body went fully transparent.....
The wolf paused at the door of the car, tilting his head before changing into a crouching male with long, black hair and violet hues. Scars littered his body, from what could be seen around his white muscle shirt and his khaki Capris...
"Ah, poo! I scared her! I'm so so sorry, little miss, open the door~! Hey, what's her name? She looks soooo cuuuute, all huddled up, but I saw her face~!"
He stood up, putting his hands up at the window and peering in.
"HE is Rontu. It's a boy."
"Huh? Really? Wow, he's very...um...feminine... Anyways....where is my cute little nephew?"
"What? HE's inside the car-"
He stared at the seat-the boy was gone, and a little puddle of water was on his leather seat, not that he seemed to notice. His eyes were on one thing, the boy's journal. The one he would never leave, even when eh said he'd get him a better one. He liked that journal, he wouldn't just LEAVE it like that!
"Ah He... He's gone!!"
Dem opened the door quickly, picking up the journal, and looking around quickly-no sign of him! But... what...how?!
"Gah! Someone's already kidnapped him!?"
"Really, right in front of us? That's what you get for getting a cute one...I think he's hiding or something, we would've seen a kidnapper, or smelled them at least..."
The brother wolf glanced around, tilting his head just as the water bubbled, then reformed into the boy, making Dem blink in surprise. Ah, now he remembered, the boy had a few powers-didn't the papers in his briefcase explain them? He didn't read them, so he'd read them once he got Rontu acquainted with the house.....
Rontu reached out, hands shaking as he gripped Dem's sleeve, looking up at him with frightened, doe-like eyes.
"He....he's n-not gonna e-eat me, is...is he?"
He whispered softly as the other wolf turned around, chuckling a bit at the little question his new nephew asked. Dem sighed in relief, almost hugging the boy-thank God he was safe!
"Eat you? No, I'm your new uncle, call me Uncle Avalon~ I'm a werewolf, just like your Dadums here.
His tail slid out in his form and he wagged it as the boy only tightened his grip on Dem's arm, shivering with slight fear, refusing to leave the car...
"Oi back up, you're scaring him, you've got all those scars..."
"Ah, sorry, I'll move back. Sides, you have more then me, Mr. Foundation...."
He scooted back, and Dem felt the boy's fingers relax against his sleeve. Demetrius handed him his journal back, watching him hug it happily and smile...
"Ah, for a boy... that's a fricken cute smile..."
"It's what made me get him. That, and some little brats were beating him up, so I banged their heads together, told them not to mess with him, and after taking him to their nurse, I just decided to take him."
"Ah, really? Poor little thing.. Daddy Dem-Dem's gonna protect you now, Ronnie~"
Avalon poked the boy's nose as Dem undid his seat belt and the boy stepped out, however hesitantly, and stared up at him.
Avalon's ears folded back, and he smiled.
"Guess I did give you a scare... Didn't mean it kid, honest... Ah, here..."
He dug in his pocket, and pulled out a small, wrapped up piece of candy and held it out to the small pixie, who recoiled when the other had extended his arm so suddenly, his grip on Dem's shirt tail tightening as he pressed into his side, fear glazing those golden-blue hues.
"A sweetie for a sweetie~"
Rontu stared at the candy, then up at him, and shook his head slowly, hugging his journal to his chest as Dem sighed and shut the door.
"Ehh, you don't want it? What kid doesn't like candy?!"
"It...it's n-not that, Mr. Avalon sir... it's just.... Our caretaker told us not to take candy from strangers..."
Dem chuckled, watching Avalon's jaw drop and he put a hand at Rontu's back, leading him to the door, leaving Avalon.
"B-but I'm your uncle! I'm no stranger, honest!"
"He is your new uncle, and the candy isn't poisoned or anything. Your caretaker was rather smart, listen to her advice, but not when dealing with relatives... Well, maybe this one..I'm kidding, he's safe."
The boy stopped and held out his hand to Avalon, the wolf chuckling and handing him the candy.
"There you go, enjoy~ We're friends now, right?~"
His tail wagged happily at that thought, and Rontu stared down at hte candy a bit, then up at the others face quietly.
"...Thank you sir."
He pocketed the sweet, either to throw it away or save it for later, the two werewolves weren't sure, and Av's tail stopped wagging as he sighed, watching Rontu look up at the house quietly, standing closer to Dem, almost away from Avalon...
"Just cal me Uncle Av, Ronnie."
"...Kay, sir..."
What a cold child.....And quiet too...
"A-anyways, we have a maid, Rontu... so....yea..She's a bit..eccentric, try not to turn into water."
Dem ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly as he opened the door, only to move to the side, pulling Rontu with him.
A broom flew out of nowhere, hitting Avalon square in the face.
"Oi! I said NOT to scare the little girl! You saw her face, you really frightened her!"
A short haired, brunette girl stomped out, moving to put her hands on Rontu's shoulders, glaring over at Av as he whimpered and sat up.
"Th-that hurt..."
"I'm glad! Scaring her... you're terrible. Are you hurt, sweetie?"
She crouched in front of Rontu, tilting his chin up as he blinked, then shook his head, flinching lightly when he noticed she was a demon, with horns and tail and everything....Yikes.
"N....N-no ma'am..."
"Cherrie.... Rontu's a boy."
Dem muttered, watching her blink in surprise, look over at Rontu, then stand up and whisper to his ear,
"You're....kidding, right? I... bought all these clothes....dresses..."
"Eh? You thought I was going to get a girl? Just return them."
"I WANTED, no, TOLD you to get a girl! And I can't, not all are refundable....Though, he does look a bit...feminine..."
She gave a glance down to the boy, who stared up at her quietly until Cherrie smiled-he flinched, glancing away, and she pouted.
"Not very open, is he?"
"He's not gay, Cher, he's too young to think like that, you dirty minded wench!"
Av called out, standing up and handing her the broom, only for her to hit him with it. He should have seen that coming, with and insult like that...
"I meant open as in his personality, damn mutt! you and you're filthy mind... I'll be keeping an eye on you wolf, you are NOT tainting this little one!"
She took Rontu's hand, the boy wincing at such a tight grip, and led him inside, with him giving an almost pleading look to Dem and Av, who stood at the door and watched.
"Ah, poor soul, she's got him in her clutches....Oh well, shall we get another after the funeral?"
"No, Cher isn't going to eat him, you idiot.It's YOU I'm worried about...."
Dem hit Av with the broom and shut the door, sighing as he loosened his tie.
"Poor kid... Tell me again WHY I had to do this?"
"Hey, you didn't have to sign to adopt you know. But come on, you're doing a good thing for him, look how happy he is!"
"He's fricken' scared of us, Av! You saw his face-even Cher scares him!"
"He'll....open up eventually, and not the gay way."
"You're a jerk, he's a kid, he's not gay just because he looks like a friggen GIR..L..Oh.."
He noted Rontu standing there, flushing a bit with pain and sadness clear in his eyes. And, he wearing what looked like a blue jumpsuit, with Cher smiling behind him, somewhat hesitantly as she put her hands on his shoulders lightly.. She had heard, and must have felt the pixie tense under her gentle fingers on his shoulders.
"....Put one of those dresses to good use. So....What d'ya think?"
"It... looks nice...."
Did he hear me..? s**t, I hope not....
Apparently he did, for his chin was pressed to his chest and he looked ready to-ah, yea, he was crying... and what un nerved him was that they were again, silent.
No complaints, nothing. Just stood there and cried quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks to fall onto cherry wooden floors.
Dem shooed Avalon away and moved to crouch in front of him, tilting his chin up with a curled finger.
"Ah... hey, I didn't mean that... sorry..."
"S...sorry... I'...so..rry I..I look like...a..a...."
He wiped his face, shaking his head, and Dem felt a pang.
"Me an' my big mouth. You don't look like a girl, Rontu-I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, do you like ice cream?"
The boy blinked, nodding a bit and smiling, and Dem smiled back, holding out his hand.
"Do you like chocolate?"
Another nod.
"Come on then. My house is your house, you live here now and you can eat all the ice cream you want. Well not all that, it'll make you sick, but you get my drift....
Another nod... Gosh, he was really, really quiet....
He showed him the kitchen, and after getting him a bowl of chocolate ice cream he showed him around the house, keeping the best room for last.
"And here, is your room. I wasn't sure on gender, so I just left it all white, but tomorrow we can go shopping for stuff like paint and all that jazz. Oh, and clothes. Can't let you wear dresses, or even cut up and redesigned ones..."
He watched him walk around the room, fingering everything with delight after setting the bowl down on the table. He moved to the double glass doors over looking the garden and peered out, bouncing on his toes a bit.
Dem smiled and watched him turn to him, his own smile on his face-only it was bigger, and happier.
He barely caught the thank you on the boy's lips until he felt tiny arms around his legs.
Stiffening, he glanced around, catching sight of Cher and Av at the door. Cher blinked, then pantomimed hugging, and Dem glance down, reaching out....
Pat, pat...
He patted his head gently, and the boy smiled up at him, letting him go as he coughed into a fist, unsure how parent-like he was acting... on a scale of one to ten? Negative one hundred.
"Ah, yea... um...go check out the garden."
"Okay~"
Rontu hummed softly, journal in tow as he left through the doors, and Dem sighed.
"Cute...I saw that, such a heart warming hug~ Even if you only patted his head. Such a cold, cold father....."
"Shut up, I don't know him well enough, it would be.. strange. Sides, if I did, you'd snap something nasty about it."
"...Mnn, you have a point.."
Av slinked over, wrapping his arms around Dem's waist and nibbled his ear, the way a brother wolf would pester an older brother or alpha of the pack to play around. Dem gave a warning growl until he stopped, merely snuggling into him and glancing over at the boy who ran around the flowers happily, reaching out to stroke petals and leaves before peering into the koi pond and strumming his fingers lightly over the water, giggling.
.....If that didn't scream fruity, then he was a were-cat.
And he wasn't.
"Now you know what it's like to have a pup. So, how did it feel, to get a thank you, and a hug? Not to mention that cute smile-he's got a gift for that...."
"Yea, he does... It.. felt weird."
"Down there? That's sick, he's just a kid."
He hit him hard on the head enough to make him yip in pain, shaking his head angrily, his hackles raising in anger and annoyance. Damn perverted little brother....
"Get your damn mind out of the gutter! No, not 'down there'. Inside. No, don't give me that look, I meant in my heart. Stop giving me that look before I bash your head in."
He pushed him away as Cher giggled, peering into the garden through the door, watching him. Ah, the boy was sitting on the garden steps, writing in his journal, how cute...
Pissed enough to speed a bit, the yellow ticket he received from the cop was crumpled in his hand on the steering wheel, and the windows were rolled up, the dark tint masking what little sunlight shone through the clouds.
The car was thick with silence, though a small, choking noise caught his attention. The werewolf gave a glance to the rear view mirror, catching sight of the child in the back.
The boy was crying, but what bothered him was that he was trying to be quiet about it.
"...Grrr....Why the heck are you crying?!"
HE gave a slight glare to the boy, watching him cringe, his form transparent slightly, as were all of his pixie race...
Dem sighed, his hackles had rose and no doubt he scared the boy. Again.
"I-I'm sorry I-I got y-you a t-ticket..."
The child sniffled, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands, sobbing quietly as Dem stopped the car at a red light, running a hand through his hair.
"Look-it wasn't your fault! It was that damn cop, didn't believe me that I didn't know! Hell, how was I supposed to know that kids have to sit in the back and not the front?! Not I got a damn ticket..."
"I-I ....s-sorry...."
He sobbed even harder, and Dem bit down on his lip. Damn.
Sighing, he dug around the sides of the door, pulling out some tissues for the boy and handing them to him.
"Look....don't cry, Sorry, I just... I lose it a lot, alright? Sides, it wasn't your fault, you didn't know. I didn't know, let's just blame the cop, okay?"
"K...kay..."
He didn't sound convinced, but Dem let it drop, turning the curb and driving down a few streets before parking at a two story house that was rather large; one of the biggest on the street.
"And... Here we are. Welcome to your new home, Rontu."
THe boy sat up suddenly, the tears having dried off but still evident on his face as he peered through the window...Eh?
Dem saw a smile light up the pixie's face, causing one to form on his own lips, and he chuckled, stepping out and unlocking the doors.
The boy was so giddy he couldn't even open the door right, so Demetrius leaned over, opening the door just as a large dog-no, a small wolf busted out from the house, tail wagging as he bounded over to the two, with Demetrius rolling his eyes. Show off.
"E-EEK!"
The tiny pixie reached out and shut the door, ducking down with his face against his knees, trembling as his body went fully transparent.....
The wolf paused at the door of the car, tilting his head before changing into a crouching male with long, black hair and violet hues. Scars littered his body, from what could be seen around his white muscle shirt and his khaki Capris...
"Ah, poo! I scared her! I'm so so sorry, little miss, open the door~! Hey, what's her name? She looks soooo cuuuute, all huddled up, but I saw her face~!"
He stood up, putting his hands up at the window and peering in.
"HE is Rontu. It's a boy."
"Huh? Really? Wow, he's very...um...feminine... Anyways....where is my cute little nephew?"
"What? HE's inside the car-"
He stared at the seat-the boy was gone, and a little puddle of water was on his leather seat, not that he seemed to notice. His eyes were on one thing, the boy's journal. The one he would never leave, even when eh said he'd get him a better one. He liked that journal, he wouldn't just LEAVE it like that!
"Ah He... He's gone!!"
Dem opened the door quickly, picking up the journal, and looking around quickly-no sign of him! But... what...how?!
"Gah! Someone's already kidnapped him!?"
"Really, right in front of us? That's what you get for getting a cute one...I think he's hiding or something, we would've seen a kidnapper, or smelled them at least..."
The brother wolf glanced around, tilting his head just as the water bubbled, then reformed into the boy, making Dem blink in surprise. Ah, now he remembered, the boy had a few powers-didn't the papers in his briefcase explain them? He didn't read them, so he'd read them once he got Rontu acquainted with the house.....
Rontu reached out, hands shaking as he gripped Dem's sleeve, looking up at him with frightened, doe-like eyes.
"He....he's n-not gonna e-eat me, is...is he?"
He whispered softly as the other wolf turned around, chuckling a bit at the little question his new nephew asked. Dem sighed in relief, almost hugging the boy-thank God he was safe!
"Eat you? No, I'm your new uncle, call me Uncle Avalon~ I'm a werewolf, just like your Dadums here.
His tail slid out in his form and he wagged it as the boy only tightened his grip on Dem's arm, shivering with slight fear, refusing to leave the car...
"Oi back up, you're scaring him, you've got all those scars..."
"Ah, sorry, I'll move back. Sides, you have more then me, Mr. Foundation...."
He scooted back, and Dem felt the boy's fingers relax against his sleeve. Demetrius handed him his journal back, watching him hug it happily and smile...
"Ah, for a boy... that's a fricken cute smile..."
"It's what made me get him. That, and some little brats were beating him up, so I banged their heads together, told them not to mess with him, and after taking him to their nurse, I just decided to take him."
"Ah, really? Poor little thing.. Daddy Dem-Dem's gonna protect you now, Ronnie~"
Avalon poked the boy's nose as Dem undid his seat belt and the boy stepped out, however hesitantly, and stared up at him.
Avalon's ears folded back, and he smiled.
"Guess I did give you a scare... Didn't mean it kid, honest... Ah, here..."
He dug in his pocket, and pulled out a small, wrapped up piece of candy and held it out to the small pixie, who recoiled when the other had extended his arm so suddenly, his grip on Dem's shirt tail tightening as he pressed into his side, fear glazing those golden-blue hues.
"A sweetie for a sweetie~"
Rontu stared at the candy, then up at him, and shook his head slowly, hugging his journal to his chest as Dem sighed and shut the door.
"Ehh, you don't want it? What kid doesn't like candy?!"
"It...it's n-not that, Mr. Avalon sir... it's just.... Our caretaker told us not to take candy from strangers..."
Dem chuckled, watching Avalon's jaw drop and he put a hand at Rontu's back, leading him to the door, leaving Avalon.
"B-but I'm your uncle! I'm no stranger, honest!"
"He is your new uncle, and the candy isn't poisoned or anything. Your caretaker was rather smart, listen to her advice, but not when dealing with relatives... Well, maybe this one..I'm kidding, he's safe."
The boy stopped and held out his hand to Avalon, the wolf chuckling and handing him the candy.
"There you go, enjoy~ We're friends now, right?~"
His tail wagged happily at that thought, and Rontu stared down at hte candy a bit, then up at the others face quietly.
"...Thank you sir."
He pocketed the sweet, either to throw it away or save it for later, the two werewolves weren't sure, and Av's tail stopped wagging as he sighed, watching Rontu look up at the house quietly, standing closer to Dem, almost away from Avalon...
"Just cal me Uncle Av, Ronnie."
"...Kay, sir..."
What a cold child.....And quiet too...
"A-anyways, we have a maid, Rontu... so....yea..She's a bit..eccentric, try not to turn into water."
Dem ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly as he opened the door, only to move to the side, pulling Rontu with him.
A broom flew out of nowhere, hitting Avalon square in the face.
"Oi! I said NOT to scare the little girl! You saw her face, you really frightened her!"
A short haired, brunette girl stomped out, moving to put her hands on Rontu's shoulders, glaring over at Av as he whimpered and sat up.
"Th-that hurt..."
"I'm glad! Scaring her... you're terrible. Are you hurt, sweetie?"
She crouched in front of Rontu, tilting his chin up as he blinked, then shook his head, flinching lightly when he noticed she was a demon, with horns and tail and everything....Yikes.
"N....N-no ma'am..."
"Cherrie.... Rontu's a boy."
Dem muttered, watching her blink in surprise, look over at Rontu, then stand up and whisper to his ear,
"You're....kidding, right? I... bought all these clothes....dresses..."
"Eh? You thought I was going to get a girl? Just return them."
"I WANTED, no, TOLD you to get a girl! And I can't, not all are refundable....Though, he does look a bit...feminine..."
She gave a glance down to the boy, who stared up at her quietly until Cherrie smiled-he flinched, glancing away, and she pouted.
"Not very open, is he?"
"He's not gay, Cher, he's too young to think like that, you dirty minded wench!"
Av called out, standing up and handing her the broom, only for her to hit him with it. He should have seen that coming, with and insult like that...
"I meant open as in his personality, damn mutt! you and you're filthy mind... I'll be keeping an eye on you wolf, you are NOT tainting this little one!"
She took Rontu's hand, the boy wincing at such a tight grip, and led him inside, with him giving an almost pleading look to Dem and Av, who stood at the door and watched.
"Ah, poor soul, she's got him in her clutches....Oh well, shall we get another after the funeral?"
"No, Cher isn't going to eat him, you idiot.It's YOU I'm worried about...."
Dem hit Av with the broom and shut the door, sighing as he loosened his tie.
"Poor kid... Tell me again WHY I had to do this?"
"Hey, you didn't have to sign to adopt you know. But come on, you're doing a good thing for him, look how happy he is!"
"He's fricken' scared of us, Av! You saw his face-even Cher scares him!"
"He'll....open up eventually, and not the gay way."
"You're a jerk, he's a kid, he's not gay just because he looks like a friggen GIR..L..Oh.."
He noted Rontu standing there, flushing a bit with pain and sadness clear in his eyes. And, he wearing what looked like a blue jumpsuit, with Cher smiling behind him, somewhat hesitantly as she put her hands on his shoulders lightly.. She had heard, and must have felt the pixie tense under her gentle fingers on his shoulders.
"....Put one of those dresses to good use. So....What d'ya think?"
"It... looks nice...."
Did he hear me..? s**t, I hope not....
Apparently he did, for his chin was pressed to his chest and he looked ready to-ah, yea, he was crying... and what un nerved him was that they were again, silent.
No complaints, nothing. Just stood there and cried quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks to fall onto cherry wooden floors.
Dem shooed Avalon away and moved to crouch in front of him, tilting his chin up with a curled finger.
"Ah... hey, I didn't mean that... sorry..."
"S...sorry... I'...so..rry I..I look like...a..a...."
He wiped his face, shaking his head, and Dem felt a pang.
"Me an' my big mouth. You don't look like a girl, Rontu-I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, do you like ice cream?"
The boy blinked, nodding a bit and smiling, and Dem smiled back, holding out his hand.
"Do you like chocolate?"
Another nod.
"Come on then. My house is your house, you live here now and you can eat all the ice cream you want. Well not all that, it'll make you sick, but you get my drift....
Another nod... Gosh, he was really, really quiet....
He showed him the kitchen, and after getting him a bowl of chocolate ice cream he showed him around the house, keeping the best room for last.
"And here, is your room. I wasn't sure on gender, so I just left it all white, but tomorrow we can go shopping for stuff like paint and all that jazz. Oh, and clothes. Can't let you wear dresses, or even cut up and redesigned ones..."
He watched him walk around the room, fingering everything with delight after setting the bowl down on the table. He moved to the double glass doors over looking the garden and peered out, bouncing on his toes a bit.
Dem smiled and watched him turn to him, his own smile on his face-only it was bigger, and happier.
He barely caught the thank you on the boy's lips until he felt tiny arms around his legs.
Stiffening, he glanced around, catching sight of Cher and Av at the door. Cher blinked, then pantomimed hugging, and Dem glance down, reaching out....
Pat, pat...
He patted his head gently, and the boy smiled up at him, letting him go as he coughed into a fist, unsure how parent-like he was acting... on a scale of one to ten? Negative one hundred.
"Ah, yea... um...go check out the garden."
"Okay~"
Rontu hummed softly, journal in tow as he left through the doors, and Dem sighed.
"Cute...I saw that, such a heart warming hug~ Even if you only patted his head. Such a cold, cold father....."
"Shut up, I don't know him well enough, it would be.. strange. Sides, if I did, you'd snap something nasty about it."
"...Mnn, you have a point.."
Av slinked over, wrapping his arms around Dem's waist and nibbled his ear, the way a brother wolf would pester an older brother or alpha of the pack to play around. Dem gave a warning growl until he stopped, merely snuggling into him and glancing over at the boy who ran around the flowers happily, reaching out to stroke petals and leaves before peering into the koi pond and strumming his fingers lightly over the water, giggling.
.....If that didn't scream fruity, then he was a were-cat.
And he wasn't.
"Now you know what it's like to have a pup. So, how did it feel, to get a thank you, and a hug? Not to mention that cute smile-he's got a gift for that...."
"Yea, he does... It.. felt weird."
"Down there? That's sick, he's just a kid."
He hit him hard on the head enough to make him yip in pain, shaking his head angrily, his hackles raising in anger and annoyance. Damn perverted little brother....
"Get your damn mind out of the gutter! No, not 'down there'. Inside. No, don't give me that look, I meant in my heart. Stop giving me that look before I bash your head in."
He pushed him away as Cher giggled, peering into the garden through the door, watching him. Ah, the boy was sitting on the garden steps, writing in his journal, how cute...
