SOMEONE IS IN TROUBLE~
Who: Noah and Basch fon Ronsenburg
What: Noah got caught looking more beat up than usual. Time for a brolecture talk
When: About a day after this. (LAAAAATE)
Where: Room 3-5 Where he is currently bumming
Warnings: Twin arguments, an overly-large amount of conversations in the indecipherable "Ronsentwin lineface" language, and possible mentions of past injuries.
This was probably not going to go well. Downside to staying with your extremely protective older by little less than an hour brother was that he was going to notice when you aquired some extra 'lumps', especially when he doesn't exactly like you up and about in the first place with those broken ribs of yours.
Noah usually likes silences. Silence is peace, silence is control. Silence means everything was running the way he wanted it to; silence means that he had nothing else to do in a day. Silence meant he could finally relax and forget the day. This silence was uncomfortable, with an added dash of 'damn, am I in trouble'. He had to do something about this.
And some other things as well, things that were important, that he'd neglected to mention, but were made glaringly obvious. Like the lashmarks on his shoulders that were eerily symmetric to the ones on Basch's own. Now mostly covered in bruises, of course.
He shuffled around a bit, staring at his feet from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, before starting to speak.
"Basch-"
He couldn't get any farther than that.
What: Noah got caught looking more beat up than usual. Time for a brolecture talk
When: About a day after this. (LAAAAATE)
Where: Room 3-5 Where he is currently bumming
Warnings: Twin arguments, an overly-large amount of conversations in the indecipherable "Ronsentwin lineface" language, and possible mentions of past injuries.
This was probably not going to go well. Downside to staying with your extremely protective older by little less than an hour brother was that he was going to notice when you aquired some extra 'lumps', especially when he doesn't exactly like you up and about in the first place with those broken ribs of yours.
Noah usually likes silences. Silence is peace, silence is control. Silence means everything was running the way he wanted it to; silence means that he had nothing else to do in a day. Silence meant he could finally relax and forget the day. This silence was uncomfortable, with an added dash of 'damn, am I in trouble'. He had to do something about this.
And some other things as well, things that were important, that he'd neglected to mention, but were made glaringly obvious. Like the lashmarks on his shoulders that were eerily symmetric to the ones on Basch's own. Now mostly covered in bruises, of course.
He shuffled around a bit, staring at his feet from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, before starting to speak.
"Basch-"
He couldn't get any farther than that.