We'll teach you

[Attila Aston]

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http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/vazzi/bottom.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> -- Attila's job of digging his sister wasn't being easy as she moved all the time. He thought she was tickling, since the sound that was coming from her other end looked like laughing, but he wasn't very sure. The sound of paws in the snow didn't stop him. The pale boy wasn't caring much of who was, he was only worried of his sister, something rare. It maybe was an instinct that was telling him to help the clumsy girl. The voice of his other sister wasn't a relief, as he turned to see her and notice that she was with the weird octopus plushie in her neck. He sighed, irritated. When Noir got out of the hole and she saw that, she would, at the very least, start crying. One of the things Attila hated the most was crying, not only from his siblings, but any, even from other animals. He get so frustated, to say the least. "Why don't you help me inftead of babbling nonfenfeff?" he retrucated, burbling a little while trying to say the last word, filled of the 's' letter, which he had problems to say. He was getting really irritated of Ocè bugging Noir, though he did the same with Claudius. It may be the old sibling's syndrome: they always provoke the smaller brothers and sisters. Him and Ocèane were the sample of this "disease". He only noticed that Noir had got out of the hole herself when she started to cry. 'Ow, dangit!' he though, enraged. Her tears falling from her eyes and her sobbs and all the rest was making Attila's neck fur rase up and his forehead to frown. It was certainly annoying, every sob hurting his inner and outter parts. He shivered, but his frown and anger faded away suddenly as she flung into his breast. His always empty face twisted into surprise. He was used to his sister's physical contacts, but was not ready for that. He wasn't a guy of feelings, and never would. The pale boy cleared his throath, but not pulled away, not willing to make her cry louder. He just looked to Ocèane, with pleading eyes. Not exactly for her to give the toy back, but to help him out of that situation. He was a tough man, but not that much. If there was something he wasn't going to do now, was to hurt Noir's feeling even more.

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