Sinking Fast.

[isntyourfriend]

Who: viciousbinds and isntyourfriend
When: Backdated to the evening of August 5th because I'm slow.
Where: The Nightray residence.
Summary: Nightrays have hardcore brother issues, and Gil isn't around to play peacekeeper.
Warnings: Potential table-flipping, I'm sure.

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[isntyourfriend]

He narrowed his eyes when he heard his older brother's voice, but he didn't bother turning to face him. He did stop walking, however, which was never a good sign. Elliot would probably find it damn near impossible to walk away now that he'd stopped.

"Go back to sleep," he said, his words much less of a mumble this time. He'd done a relatively decent job of ignoring his brother since he moved in. It was hard to resist snapping at Vincent, but Elliot had done well as far as not getting into fights with him or anything like that. It wasn't that he didn't want to, of course - punching Vincent in the face once or twice wouldn't have solved anything, but it would have felt pretty damn good. The problem was that it just didn't seem like it'd be worth it. It was like he'd forgotten how much it bothered him, but hadn't forgotten that it actually happened at all.

But if Elliot had turned around and seen that ridiculous grin on his face, he might have wanted to hit him just for the hell of it.

[isntyourfriend]

Elliot turned at that, giving his brother a look. He'd been rather calm about the whole thing, even if he thought Gilbert was stupid for leaving in his condition. He'd already seen Gil, and he'd already known he was okay, so there was no reason to be so angry that he'd be stomping around... surprisingly. He hadn't even done anything, and he was completely aware of it, so he was not pleased by Vincent's words.

"That's too bad," he replied coldly. This would have been a great time to walk away. You know, if Elliot were the type.