everything's so nice until you crash..

[Ril'o]

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Ril’o stood still as he looked over his brother, he knew well enough that his rank was higher this Dutch’s. That pleased him in a way as he didn’t lower his head, but merely stared at his brother with an unkind look. Normally Ril’o would happily keep anyone company but Dutch’s mere being changed him, putting him on alert as he boiled underneath. He remembers fully well what him and their father tried to do to him, how they blamed him for her death. Dutch’s words entered his ears as the flickered back, somewhat unwilling to even listening to the voice. Golden fur shined as he let out a snort before taking a few steps closer, green eyes never leaving his brother as he spoke. “I should ask you the same thing..” Speaking in a dry tone Ril’o held himself peacefully only with weapons underneath, ready if his brother tried anything. This time it’s different, this time he out ranked him. Ril’o paid not attention to his brother smirks or smiles, they were all fake to him a low rumble emitted from irritation. “I’m well off, very happy and content here” Looking at Dutch Ril’o smirked as he rose a brow. ”So Dutch where’s father? Did you finally run off as well, or did he get tired of you too.” Speaking dryly but laced with amusement they both knew Dutch was the apple to their father’s eye, so to see him not with him amused Ril’o.

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