as Elkie has not yet picked Bran up, and I don't want this thread to just wither and die, I'm going to NPC him in this post, and then she can carry on posting when she does pick him up!
The sincere offer from his cousin made him smile softly, a non-committal dip of his head that neither said that he was interested, but acknowledged the males offer. The tip of his tail gave a soft wag, pleased that they were beginning to function as a family, even if they had no technical home yet. Ever since he'd left Ichika, there had been a certain need to create something of his own, claim a land, make it his own. Perhaps, with the family he had created here, he would achieve that someday soon. His thoughts turned inward, as they so often did, his lips stinging softly from the vodka that passed through them. They were beginning to see the bottom of their second bottle and Saul knew that if he had much more, he was going to seriously regret it in the morning. A soft snort escaped him as Niernan proclaimed to have received all of the brains, whilst Bran inherited the musical gene. He enjoyed the banter between the brothers, it was pleasant most of the time.
Of course, Bran had other ideas and in a dizzying movement, snatched the bottle by his legs. There wasn't a clear area between them- the fire was the focal point of their gathering. However, the area in front of Bran was clear enough for him to lay the bottle on its side, sending it into a kaleidoscope of swirls that caused a wave of nausea to wash through Saul when he looked at it closely. He almost didn't hear his cousins words as he proclaimed that they would be playing a game of truth or dare, and this time his stomach truly did flip. What if they asked him something he couldn't answer? What if they dared him to do something embarressing. He couldn't help the grin that washed over his face as the neck of the bottle pointed towards Niernan, who happily accepted a dare from his brother. They were certainly braver than he was.
Bran gave a dark chuckle, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck as if to ready himself for a fight, before he laid steepled fingers on his chin and fixing his brother with an unwavering stare. It would have been intimidating to anyone but his family, and the little grin on his lips was another indicator that the cogs were turning in his brain. Saul leaned forward unconsciously, hands braced on his thighs. His gaze couldn't help but stray to the deep blue that was all Lilin. Inside, he was arguing with himself- he should go and sit with her or something, but outwardly he remained in place, enjoying the heated glances over the fire that the two shared. He almost missed the little intake of breath as Bran opened his mouth, Niernan's fate on the tip of his tongue.
"I dare ya't lick Saul's toe"
His voice rang in Saul's ear, a softly but progressively stronger bubble rising in his throat and escaping as a giggle. In his drunken state, he didn't think about the hygiene issues, and with a deep chuckle, extended his right footpaw towards Niernan, wiggling clawed toes to see if the male would back down from the challenge laid down by his brother.
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