It surprised him how little he knew of that other sister of his. Claudius had always taken the brunt of his bullying and teasing for his cowardliness--Attila always won, after all, and that feeling of dominance was like lifeblood in his veins. Noir had taken whatever teasing he could still throw out, and she deserved it! Attila had gotten his aunt to make him multicolored gloves sometime in his youth, and to this day he was not sure how he ever had worn such monstrosities--not in craft, of course, Aurele had done a fine job, but in fashion. Noir had never grown out of cuddling that octopus doll and pretending it to be her best of friends. When would she ever have a reality check without him? His mother should have been thanking him.
But Ocèane? Attila felt as if he knew very little about her. In fact, the two may have gotten along better than the rest, but he didn't remember her as being too terribly likeminded with he. Thinking back on it now, Attila considered that his sister had probably rarely given him much chance to tease and bully her as he did the other two siblings, but he was almost positive such behavior had been turned on her as well at some point or another. He'd had to make sure they knew he wasn't weak despite being one of the youngest, and thus his behavior made complete sense to Attila.
"No, nothing," he replied, his answer earnest. He hadn't really been looking for her, though. His mother sank a little; Attila was aware how much they meant to her, and knew that while his return was very reassuring for her, his disappearance in the first place was detrimental. It was good to know that Claudius was trying to make himself good for something--who knew when a skill like dyeing could come in handy--but Attila knew that if he were to make an appearance to his brother, Claudius would corner himself, tail between legs, and whine dusk to dawn. Attila resisted smirking at the thought. It was all really rather funny. "I'm sorry. She'll probably be back in no time, just wait." He offered his best reassuring smile, then flicked his ears back when his thoughts moved on.
Still hesitating, Attila cleared his throat and finally cracked open the question. He'd wondered about it since he'd left and all the while he was gone, and upon returning decided it was time to ask. "Why don't you ever talk about dad?" he asked quietly, iced eyes averting elsewhere.
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