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The empty rooms bothered Jason in a way revisiting old haunts and saying goodbye to life long friends had not. It was already maybe the bitterest thing in his and Luke's (admittedly short) life to be forced to leave everything they knew behind. But it was a new dimension of downright galling to suddenly realize that they weren't just leaving things behind, but that this house, and Bailey along with it, would leave them behind just as much.

They were going to be replaced. And would it wouldn't take much effort, either. Just some furniture in a room, followed by some kinda somebody. And then the new kid in the house would become the kid in the house. The new friend in school would become the friend and people'd visit here and maybe go, This is where the Everleigh boys used to live. Wonder how they're doing these days?

And that'd be it. The sum of their whole lives here and the legacy they left in their wake.

Sullen, Jason looked at his brother flopping around on the floor and tried to unscrunch his own features to try and look stoic in the face of this moment of unfairness and the ongoing tragedy of the past few months. "We gotta go, Luke." And then, "But let's mess with the electrical a bit, and some of the doors." Flickering lights and doors that don't stay shut. If they were gonna be ghosts, they might as well make the ones who replaced them feel haunted. Could probably mess with the pipes too. Place was already sold afterall, and it's not like it'd be anything expensive.

Standing over his twin with a pitying look on his face, Jason heaved a big, obnoxious sigh. "Dummy." And then he abruptly squatted down to muss Luke's already messy curls with both hands, lecturing, "That's why criminals get caught. They go back to the scene of the crime because they can't but want to look at people's reactions." Not that he wanted Luke to commit crimes. or even himself. But still, good pranks needed good restraint!

The near laughter died before it left his throat, though, at the mention of the city. Plopping on the floor beside Luke, he gave a disgusted snort instead. "We'll be fine. There's two sorts of city people: wimps and serial killers. No need to worry about the former, and then we just, I don't know, stay away from white vans and carry bear spray for the latter, right?"

The curls were left alone in favor of pulling at Luke's cheeks instead, "You better push me in front of any creepy vans. And run fast as heck after doing it." This was, in fact, a sincere demand, but then Jason went on in decidedly bullying tones, "What was your mile time last year in Gym, anyway? Maybe we need to start running more often once we get there. Can't outpace serial killers and survive me if you can't run a five-minute mile."

He'd rather Luke get to play at being a brat over everything than have to think about the complicated give and take of a parent making decisions to move up versus the comfort of their kids who were having a perfectly fine adolescence right where they were. Jason would rather that for himself as well.

Which was why yes, he was going to make things a pain in the a** for the next resident even if he didn't get to see their faces. Their mom had made the mistake of having them stay one whole last night here, and the computers, TVs, and books had all been packed away. Everything was packed away. So it was either mope or enact a little petty revenge to say both hello and goodbye to a life.

"I think I'll fuss with a couple windows too. So they'll close on their own."

Or both, really. They could do both.