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holy diver, tis been too long
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Lysander smiled, looking around the mostly spotless and completely empty room. It was the opposite of his mental status, always so crammed full of stories and make believe games. His physical dwelling counter balanced his mental one. When he needed a rest from the imaginary worlds he created he would come back to reality, to this bleak and empty room and Lysander found it quite relaxing. No doubt, like their other brothers, Leroy found it dull and strange. But they two had never completely understood each other, not completely, despite knowing one another since birth. Lysander was content with the relationship they did have. Sometimes getting along, other times not, and rarely getting too touchy feely with their true emotions. If either of them really had any deep and true feelings.
“Aye, everythin’ should be wrapped up in a nice little package, that’s what I say. Including’ y house. “ Lysander stared at his brother, sable fur, red eyes and he flicked an ear in irritation. Leroy had none of their father’s thick accent, and while Ly’s words weren’t as slurred and muffled as Leland’s and Lyle’s, he had to consciously make an effort to not mimic the accent. Of course, practicing not to make the accent had help him greatly in mimicking other’s voices, which he now excelled at. He let the idle thought slip away as the other inquired of his well being. “Oh yeah, great, great. They love me here.” Ly grinned, eyeing his brothers wounds, purposefully not asking of them. It wasn’t because he wasn’t concerned or because he was being polite by not prying, it was because he liked to know Leroy wondered why Ly didn’t ask. “And you? Which pack did ya join up with?”
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