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[ here comes brianna just wandering into the library/study, half-naked as usual, though she has her heels on at the moment. doesn't look very ready, but that's because she's been attempting to find her MIA brother. ]

[ ping! spots said brother and saunters on over to him and stands there, hands on her hips, though she looks amused instead of irritated. ]

Hey handsome.

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[ & then he blinks; once. twice. leans his face in close, all smiles. ]

Hello.

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[ is thankful for a split second, up until he's face-to-face with him.

veers his head away slightly, though looks at albert from the corner of his eye. ]

Oh. It's you.

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[ is silent in response, tilting his head a tad before carefully letting go & leaning away. brushes aside the crumbs from nathan's hair instead, fingers gentle. ]

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[ allows it momentarily, jerking his head away when he feels uncomfortable. rips off his headphones and lets them rest on his neck, not bothering to turn off the music just yet. doesn't want this to take long, after all. ]

What do you want?

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[ satisfied, lets his hand drop without complaint. raises an eyebrow at the (semi) familiar tune. cue amusement, but no comments just yet. ]

Just company.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Don't you have Brianna for that?

[ cringes slightly at this, simply turning back to his laptop after situating himself back into his spot, careful to scoot further away from albert in the process. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Yet here I am, with you.

[ dutifully mirroring the retreating motion so that no distance is created between them. ends with him lowering himself onto the ground as well, sitting next to nathan, looking rather docile. ]

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[ just gives him this look. grabs the forgotten pillow and puts it between them, making it into a makeshift barrier of sorts. ]

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[ raises an eyebrow at the challenge. makes one smooth arc of motion where it ends with the pillow pushed onto nathan's leg & albert's head following soon after. peers up. ]

You doubt me.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ --KJNDFCDSJKNSDJDjksd obviously DOES NOT like this set-up and it shows on his face. time to move away again. ]

OF COURSE I DO!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ oh no you don't. arms come up to lock themselves around his waist to prevent any further squirming. ]

Ah? May I hear your reasoning?

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[ spazzes out some more, looking distinctly disgusted/horrified at this. forgets albert's question entirely, now too busy attempting to shove him off. ]

GET OFFA ME-!

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. . .

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[ the change is sudden. it adds to the speed of his movements as he unlocks his arms from around nathan, sits up & bodily faces him. a hand juts out, planting itself pointedly on the mattress behind nathan's head.

goes still. ]

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[ & then his lips lift back up. back to baseline. ]

Please answer the question, baby brother.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ looks surprised for a second there, staring at him a bit owlishly. ]

[ switches back to his normal annoyed look soon after, though there's something unknown in his eyes even if his expression softens. ]

It's because you're you.

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[ maintains eye contact, inclines his head once & removes his hand. ]

Fair enough.

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[ watches him for a while longer until his eyes circle back towards his laptop again, like nothing happened. ]

Is that all? I'm kinda busy, here.

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[ unfortunately, even if he's removed himself from nathan's personal space, he doesn't seem to want to leave just yet. leans his head back against the bed, baring his throat. ]

Do you have the time?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ glances at him from the corner of his eye, contemplating. finally looks back at the glowing screen, typing something up before muttering: ]

5:34.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Then I'd like to be shooed out in twenty minutes.

[ closes his eyes & seems to fall into a light sleep, breathing evening out. body is relaxed. trusting. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ mutters something about shooing him out right this minute, but when he doesn't hear him retort he glances over at his brother, a little taken back at him settling in quietly. ]

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...

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[ clicks off the music he has on at the moment (the track has been on repeat) and switches to something else lighter, a bit on the classical side. doesn't put on his headphones but doesn't remove them from the jack, either.

goes back to typing, not finding any harm in him being there if he stays put. ]

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[ & stays put, he does without even a twitch of the fingers. still, there are hints of contentment spreading across his face when the sound of the music & the typing reaches his ears. ]