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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ 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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[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.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

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

Fair enough.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

1/3

[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. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ & 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. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ glance, type, glance, type, glance, type; seems to be doing this strange dance, though he's not sure why.

opens his mouth to say something, quietly shutting it after he realizes that he can't (won't) say it (anything). sighs to himself, shuffling through some CDs idly. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ eyes open slowly when he realizes in his unconscious state that the typing, the rhythm, has stopped. lifts his head away from the mattress, looking unfocused. gaze swirls to nathan.

... a tilt of the head later, he slips right back into slumber, only with his chin tucked against his collarbone this time around. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ moves away from the CDs and slumps back, eyes sliding shut, feeling a little tired. cracks open those eyes to look at the clock on the desktop of his laptop, allowing them to close once more. ]

... time's up.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ takes a moment, but when he opens his eyes this time, they're fully aware. climbs to his feet slowly, brushing away invisible dust from his pants.

does some preening (adjusts his tie, tugs his collar into place) & takes a step toward nathan, kneels in front of him & presses a light kiss to the top of his head. ]

Have a good night.

[ & he rises again, leaves. ]

1/2

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't look fazed and/or bothered by the kiss, averting his eyes elsewhere within the action despite this. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You too.

[ says it so off-handedly (& belatedly) that it doesn't sound like he's all there.

when albert's long gone he looks at one of the CDs that somehow found its way into his hand, feeling irritated before chucking it across the room, abandoning his laptop to instead crawl into his bed and take out his PSP.

tries to concentrate, but even if he's doing well in the game, he's not really paying attention to it at all. ]