It occurred to William as he left the compound that he didn't actually have that specific an idea what Rupert did with his days. Oh, there was bound to be some flirting and possibly generalized rough-housing of some variety, but he had no idea who he did it with, or where
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"Bloody godsdamned hells." He pushed himself up and slammed the door- such as it was- open to stare with an unappreciative, screwed-up expression at his brother.
"What is wrong with you?"
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Rupert would probably disagree, but William rather felt now that he was older in terms of years actually lived if not chronology, it was only fair he get to take advantage of what few opportunities to torment his brother he could.
Only a little, mind. He had good news to share, and all that.
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"Gods, it's bloody bright out," he muttered, squinting blearily upward. This was all done with his back to William, of course, although to be honest that was born of the fact that the nearest tree had set him facing that way, and not actually any sense of propriety, or care for William's sense of propriety.
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While he waited, he amused himself by imagining Rupert's sudden capture at crossbow-point by Borogravian guerilla soldiers. The situation called it to mind.
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