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[ was too busy dazing off into space (where the hell is he passes through his mind several times on account of his brother wandering off & not coming back for some time) to notice anyone at all, thus he jumps and yelps within the sudden proximity of a new voice filling his ears.

groans and looks up at albert, his scowl a little stronger than it was moments before. ]

What's it to you?

Was that level of noise necessary?

[ despite his words, he doesn't look at all phased -- not even amused -- as he joins nathan in the corner. stands close enough to the wall to be leaning on it while keeping a comfortable distance away between them. ]

Uh, yeah. Not my fault that it's so damn noisy.

[ crosses his arms over his chest, looking away and towards the offending source of said noise. ]

[ corner of his lips lifts a little, settling himself as he watches the crowd as well. ]

I suppose. If you had wished to let the room know of your predicament.

[ grumbles this and that, averting his eyes elsewhere. ]

Yeah, I'm sure the old ladies love you. You've got nothing to worry about, yatta yatta, whatever.

No. They simply appreciate a certain level of tact. Which you lacked, I believe.

[ voice is lightly chiding, not teasing. doesn't bother to look at either, assured in the knowledge that his words would carry themselves well in the distance between them. ]

[ doesn't say anything to that, too busy pretending that everything else but albert is interesting. something tells him that he won't simply just wander off, so he sighs heavily and rolls his head backward onto the wall, eyes now landing on the ceiling above them. ]

Did you come over here to lecture me or something? 'Cause I really don't need it.

A word of advice would be more accurate.

[ that's about the level he would pursue this topic; he's already scanning the crowd, in search of a familiar form, expression rather bored. ]

[ glances at him from the corner of his eye briefly, allowing his own gaze to look out into the crowd as well. ]

Yeah, so anyway, when're you leaving? You don't look very entertained.

[ considers this for a brief moment. ]

Few hours, perhaps?

[ groans loudly (immaturely), as if he's the one that has to stay longer. sort of slides down the wall half-way, an exasperated look on his face. ]

A few hours? Haven't we already been here for like. Ten hours or something?

It's been no longer than four hours, baby brother.

[ squawks loudly, scrambling to stand up straight again. ]

No way! It's gotta be at least double that. Maybe even triple-!

[ chuckles. ]

Indeed? Am I to understand that the clock is misinformed, then?

Better it than me.

[ looks at albert and then turns slightly to flip open his phone, checking the time. shrugs it off when he half-notices that he's wrong and shove it back into his pocket, moving back into position. ]

Well, whatever. I'll be out of here soon.

[ inclines his head once in agreement, not at all surprised. he does, however, decide to voice a nagging curiosity, mostly out of amusement: ]

Arranging to meet outside never crossed your minds?

[ pauses for a while. looks like the wheels in his head are turning ever-so slowly... ]

[ & then finally: ]

--PSH. Of course we did! It's just easier this way. Yeah.

Oh? How so?

... oh, look at the time, I think it's way past my bedtime.

[ yawns loudly, dramatically. an attempt at distracting albert. ]

[ eyebrow goes up again, amusement doubling as he tilts his head in thought. ]

No midnight rendezvous with your Xbox tonight?

[ another pause, then, looking as if he's stuck. a blank look crosses over his features. all he can get out is one simple word: ]

Uh.

[ chuckles again, the sound light. steps away from the corner, his body language makes it plain that he's about ready to leave, already having caught sight of a mop of black hair in the not-so-distant distance.

reaches out a hand to smooth down his baby brother's hair to make room so that he can comfortably lean down to give him a kiss to the head; a customary parting. leans away & removes his hand. ]

Eat with moderation. Your brother is not a doctor yet.

[ doesn't even look fazed or ready to retort, sort of taking it and doing nothing. his arms cross over his chest again, however, unsure if he should even bother responding or not. ]

[ before his time is up he speaks: ]

I don't eat much. Think I'll be fine.

[ it's muttered a little halfheartedly, but it's a response nonetheless. ]

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