Word Count: 663 - SoSuWriMo
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His brother's laughter rang in his ears before his form was avilable for his eyes, but as he finally did catch up with the purple-eyed young male he was grinning broadly. Halting near the smaller male's form, Emwe panted; he was still quite... heavy for his age. But! He had bested his brother! Though his breath was quick, Emwe's chest was puffed out in a very manly manner, though he managed to stop himself from strutting around like a proud peacock. What, the fact that he had beaten his brother not by wits but by making him laugh was completely irrelevant! Conor had backed down, and had it not been now for Emwe stopping next to him, Emwe would have won. So there it was, Emwe was the champion. Oh how logic the illogical in the mind of the deluded.
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Conor would be surprised, actually, of all the things that Emwe Soul knew. Emwe Soul was an adventurer of the extraordinary kind, and he even did solid research before going on an expedition. That is, if "solid research" could mean "look at pictures in books". Emwe had no patience for those little symbols his brother liked so much (and pretty much everyone else, it seemed), but the pictures in the books were nice. Sometimes when his brother was out he would sneak up into his room and see if Conor had any books with pictures in them, but the best place to find them was in the library. Though, after Lubomir left Emwe wasn't sure whether he should go there at all, and he didn't really want to ask his aunt because he didn't really know her that well, so for now he was just sneaking around in Conor's room, hoping he would find some new books every now and then — preferably the kind with pictures. But even though Conor was so smart and could read and everything, Emwe knew the world. Emwe knew how to beat snakes (like Haven had shown him!), and how not to walk into coils of rope because that was really embarrassing if it was Tokyo who found you, and that it hurt to fall down from things, but most importantly; Emwe knew that where there were few people and dangerous ground, there was treasure. So what if the floor caved in under you? As long as you got the shinies in the end it was all that mattered. Or so he believed, though if confronted with the actual scenario there would be no telling how he'd react. No one would dare to call Emwe a coward to his face (probably out of fear of hurting his feelings), but perhaps there was just an ounce of truth in that.
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Conor asked him where the treasure was, and now Emwe gave a sly smile. Oh, so, Conor thought Emwe would be that stupid, eh? Well he would have to work harder than that, because Emwe was not going to tell. Not until they were there anyway! He walked a little to and fro with that teasing smile on his face, grinning and warring and shaking his bum around. "Oh you'd like to know, wouldn't you? Huh?" Conor asked about his share and Emwe ignored the question for now. Halting, he stopped in a position where he was almost facing away from his brother, but not quite. "I guess... you'll just have to catch me to find out!" The game was on, but now Emwe felt quite clever as he bounded ahead into the snow-covered vegetation ahead. Oh, Conor had not seen that coming! Emwe was so clever! He was quite happy with himself, and as he ran he shouted back to his purple-eyed twin. His voice was arrogant and taunting, but playful all the same. Emwe was pretty lousy at being truly cruel or mocking; he was far better at friendly teasing. "If you can't catch me there's no share at aaaaaall!" Oh oh, the excitement. To the caves!