WHO: The Irish Twins
WHEN: Wednesday August 3rd, afternoon
WHERE: Conner’s flat
WHAT: A bad part of the past is dug up, one sibling rages, the other retaliates and old wounds are reopened.
RATING: S for swearing and SF for sibling fight
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This is why you put shit away )
"Just got outta the shower," he mumbled in excuse, quickly moving away to his dresser to dig out some sweatpants and boxers. Just because she was family didn't make it any less awkward to be in front of her with only a towel on, in fact it made it more so.
"About... six years." Jesus, had it really been that long? He ducked in the connected bathroom to slip the cloths on, emerging with only one towel left slung over his shoulders. He joined his twin on the bed, covering his bad eye with one hand and starring at the floor.
"He... Aye, he did. Snuck intae me things before I left probably." He sighed, fingers curling against his forehead, "Daen't notice it till I got back tae the states." He looked at the worn album again, frowning and reaching for it with his other hand.
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