justprompts: Stoic
They were seven.
They were supposed to be doing their homework in French. And that's what they started doing, too, of course.
Then Murph got bored. He started asking his twin about this and that.
First it was related to the homework.
Then it was about some of the funnier words in the English side of the dictionary.
Then there weren't questions anymore, it turned into outright picking on his twin.
The fact that Connor had promised to complete the homework on time and actually tried to not get riled up by what Murph was saying - for all of two minutes - only made things worse.
In the end, it was to be borne no longer. There wasn't that much of a warning to it when Connor launched himself at his brother - who welcomed the attack - and the boys started pounding at each other.
Of course, that moment of attack was exactly when their mother walked in.
In the brief time it took her to cross the room and reach them, Murph was sporting a cracked lip, while Connor's cheek would probably not show the spectacular it had acquired bruise till later.
Not wasting any time, she picked them both by the scruffs of their necks. "What might ye be doin', lads, now?" It wasn't as much anger at them, as determination that her sons would not kill each other - and both boys knew that whatever their excuse, what would come, would come.
Somewhat later, Murph walked into the kitchen where his brother was undergoing his punishment.
He tried stoically not to laugh, he did.
Of course, he failed.
They were supposed to be doing their homework in French. And that's what they started doing, too, of course.
Then Murph got bored. He started asking his twin about this and that.
First it was related to the homework.
Then it was about some of the funnier words in the English side of the dictionary.
Then there weren't questions anymore, it turned into outright picking on his twin.
The fact that Connor had promised to complete the homework on time and actually tried to not get riled up by what Murph was saying - for all of two minutes - only made things worse.
In the end, it was to be borne no longer. There wasn't that much of a warning to it when Connor launched himself at his brother - who welcomed the attack - and the boys started pounding at each other.
Of course, that moment of attack was exactly when their mother walked in.
In the brief time it took her to cross the room and reach them, Murph was sporting a cracked lip, while Connor's cheek would probably not show the spectacular it had acquired bruise till later.
Not wasting any time, she picked them both by the scruffs of their necks. "What might ye be doin', lads, now?" It wasn't as much anger at them, as determination that her sons would not kill each other - and both boys knew that whatever their excuse, what would come, would come.
Somewhat later, Murph walked into the kitchen where his brother was undergoing his punishment.
He tried stoically not to laugh, he did.
Of course, he failed.