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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ gee gee gee gee baby baby~ you got a text message, nathan.

"open the door locks changed???" ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ hang on, playing with his PSP... until he hears the music fill the air. grabs his cellphone, flips it open, and reads the message.

sort of brightens considerably, typing in a lightning-fast "hang on" before tossing the phone on the bed, quickly making his way down the stairs and towards the door. is about to open it but kind of cringes at it, taking the end of his shirt to turn the doorknob. forgot to lysol it. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Well look what the cat dragged home.

[ looks somewhat pleased anyway. or as pleased as nathan can get. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

'Sup.

[ smirks, unhooks the rather heavy backpack from his shoulder & lobs it nathan, right at his chest. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

OOF-!

[ isn't exactly equipped to handle that much weight, barely being able to hold onto it. gives him a look. ]

What the hell, do you have bricks in here or something?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Nah. My buddies from school, let's say. Starts with T, ends with books? Little assholes that like to eat through my wallet in two days. Be gentle with them.

[ steps to the side to reveal a few more boxes behind him. bends down to haul one up with a grunt. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ stares down at the bag with vast distaste, not really understanding this textbook concept. can't remember the last time he actually brought school books home with him... the thought is kind of making his brain hurt. ]

Yeah, so anyway. Your room?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Hold up. [ adjusts the box in his arms for a moment, trying to adapt to the weight. ]

Oof. Okay, let's move.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ nods briefly and moseys on over to the steps, heading up to the second floor. kind of just. glances behind him, 'cause even he's having trouble with the stupid backpack.

almost opens his mouth to ask if he wants albert to help, stopping himself to push that idea away in the back of his mind. just keeps on going in silence. ]

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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ wanders down the hallway humming to herself, curling a finger into her hair, the once curly spirals slowly turning into waves. is currently clad in this (http://www.lingeriediva.com/camisoles/lace-trimmed-camisole-with-lined-bodice), opting for something less showy at the moment.

heads towards the study to see if albert is around (she'd napped for seven hours already), but stops suddenly at the staircase, peering down it as she sees a body at the front door. finally realizes who it is and looks... happy at the sight, carefully making her way down said stairs as quietly as possible. ]

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ stands behind damon and looks him up and down, hands behind her back, then slowly wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his back. murmurs to him in a sing-song voice. ]

Have you gotten taller~?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ freezes at the contact, mostly due to surprise & lets out a sigh when his suspicions were proven correct by voice. ]

OI! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles lightly, not removing herself from her hold. speaks teasingly, a hint of a smile still on her face. ]

Aw, my poor baby.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ shoulders slump a little when the surprise subsides, leaving him tired all over again despite having woken from his nap only a few hours ago. runs a hand through his hair & frowns down at the last of his junk & decides that he'll have to move it into his room later. that thought in mind, he adjusts himself a little so it doesn't feel as awkward in her hold, relaxing fraction by fraction. ]

I was gonna go find you after I finished up here. Couldn't wait though, huh?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

I was on my way to your brother's room, smarty pants, but if you'd like to think that, well...

[ her playful tone of voice trails off as she removes her arms, taking a few steps to place herself in front of him, arms crossing over her chest. ]

Need help, big guy?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ snorts & fights down the twitches threatening to lift the corner of his lips. ] Forget it. Like I could look myself in the mirror if I asked you to help.

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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ lifts her hands and pushes some of his hair away from his face, idly smoothing the fringes as if she does it all the time. ]

Hmm, if you're sure.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ pauses. then smirks. ]

Have you been cutting your hair all by yourself again, baby brother.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ in his study, half-reading & half-dozing as the exhaustion of last night's all-nighter begins to catch up to him. ends up leaning back, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhales quietly.

a nap would be the smart course of action, he knows, regardless of his preferences. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ is not surprised to find the door to the study half-way open (he remembers his family's habits well). still, he minds his manners & gives a knock against the wood before peering in. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ eyes had opened immediately upon hearing the knock. pupils are a little unfocused when they land on damon's form half-hidden by the door. smiles. ]

Ah. Welcome home, little brother.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [ shifts his weight from foot to foot, looking a little awkward. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ then seems to make up his mind, crossing the room towards albert, situation himself on the floor next to albert's chair, back leaned against the side of it. ]

Busy night?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ blinks once, slowly. ]

Merely a misjudgment on my part.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs, resting his head against the chair. eyes closing. ]

Stupid old man. Stop doin' that.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ pauses before slowly reaching a hand down onto damon's head, giving it a few, gentle pats. does not allow his fingers to near the blinded eye however. ]

Hm?