Raziel, for once, wasn't moving. He was curled up in the rays of the sun beaming through the large apartment window, letting the bars of shadow play across his face. Bubble-gum pink hair fell around his face in slight curls, his braid draped over one shoulder. He wore a t-shirt with paint splatters on it, as well as jeans with torn out knees. There was a line of teal paint streaked across his nose like warpaint and he yawned, mouth gaping open for a moment, his green eyes peering outside.

Rhamiel was wandering through the apartment, gathering cups because he was a little weird about them being left about and brought them to the kitchen, somehow putting them in the sink. He was a short kitten, after all! His unruly curly hair was his father's color, if not a shade lighter thanks to mom. A yawn caught his attention and soft yellow eyes flicked toward it before he spotted his brother. "Razzy, come help!"

Raziel lifted his head, ears rounding at his name. He spied his brother, gave a soft huff, and gave the patch of sunlight one final loving look before barreling to his feet and heading towards Rhamiel. Razi flipped bangs out of his eyes as he watched his brother pick up cups and dump them in the sink. One green eye closed, the other curious. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Getting the cups. 'cause momma and daddy are busy a lot and there's always cups! So I decided it'd be nice to clean the cups up a bit!" He grinned a little and flicked his tail. He was trying to butter mom up so she'd get him new books to 'read'! He was finished with all of his and wanted new ones! "I'm doing garbage next, putting it all in cans and pushing the cans down!"

Razi leaned against the counter, pulling himself up on it, short tail flicking about his waist. "Booooring. You're a goody-goody," he said with an ornery grin. He blew bangs from his eyes once more--he refused to let anyone cut them--and sighed. "It's so boring to sit at home and do nothing... I wanna go out and explore. I wanna meet people and dance and have fun! Funnnn." He spoke quickly, his words blurred together at the ends. He sighed again for good measure, eyes twinkling.

Rolling his eyes, he pushed his hair out of his face again and rubbed his nose. "Oh, hush. If you would help you wouldn't be bored. We could turn on the music and dance while we clean!" Mom and dad told them, quite firmly, they weren't to leave the apartment. They could get snatched up, collared, and never see them again! Who wants that? "Oh, I know! Momma taught me how to make oat meal in the microwave. Do you want some?" His tail flicked happily behind him. It was like he always forgot how bushy it was.

Raziel huffed as if he were annoyed. "I don't want to clean," he grumbled; he wasn't a lazy kitten...just unmotivated unless it was for his benefit. He sprawled along the countertop, tail flicking idly. His eyes lit up--oatmeal sounded tasty. "Sure, but only if I get to pick the music station," he said, puffing his little chest out. What Momma didn't know was that he -had- left the apartment...not that he'd tell his little brother that.

With a nod, the boy finished with the cups and grabbed a chair. Pushing the chair to the counter, he got the oatmeal, a bowl, measuring cup and a spoon. He did all the measurements for the oat meal, mixed it in the bowl and crawled over to the microwave and put it in. Setting the timer the boy nodded. "Go pick the music, Razzy!" He liked taking care of his older brother. Again, that was an odd trait. Maybe he got it from his dad. He'd have to ask!