Thread: Brotherly Nuisance (ShiroKuma & Star Tea)

It wasn't that the Eleison family was poor, it was just that his mother had a tendency of spiriting away his personal debit credit cards. As the seconds continued to pass the moment he heard the click of the door he felt a strange nervous tingle shoot up from the base of his spine. Nervously the male nibbled the corner of his lips, the sharp edge of one of his fangs almost pressing hard enough to make the rosy flesh of his lip turn an opaque white. Then it appeared, a tall man with the distinct ears of someone who was blessed with the genes of a wolf or dog in them. Seere was just about to remark on his lateness with an apology until the cacophonic sound of the man's 'barking' yell scolded him profusely. Reflexively the fur along his orange white swirled tail bristled at the elder's deeper voice, a response that also triggered his digits to squeakily hook around the handle of his scrolling luggage. Mother nature, Seere surmised, made it so that felines and canines were natural enemies... a superstition that in all normal cases the youngest twin preferred to ignore. But the unwelcoming body language, the heated glare, and the fact that he was almost physically assaulted was beginning to make Seere regret his disbelief in stereotypes. As timid as Seere initially was the canine had already struck a nerve that left a bit of a scathing bad impression on his mind. The sudden yank of Falke's hand on his luggage caused the contents of his luggage to rearrange dangerously, the sounds of fragile objects shifting tumbling about a clear indicator that Seere carried delicate valuables. His reaction was illogical and almost uncharacteristic, and despite being a usually composed person the orange head rebelliously yanked his luggage back with a snap of his wrist. I'm coming in Mr. Falke, though it seems I'll rescind your father's description of you being a perfectly cordial son. As soon as the words left his lips Seere tilted his head to the side, a sickeningly sweet smile curving the corner of his lips. Fortunately there was a good reason he was anger by the brunet's uncouth rough handling of his luggage, a fact that was visible with Seere's body langugae. Possessively his scrawny slender arms picked up the luggage as if it were a tender gift, the two limbs hugging it around the middle. If Falke's anger was tempered steeled enough the taller male would be able to see that the younger was visibly shaking from both anger fright. Wherever Seere's gaze was his golden hues refused to meet with his stepbrother's, a well known signal that their relationship had started off on a horribly sour note. I'll be honest, if you're so livid at the fact that I have to live with you then just say go. But don't you think we can at least be civil with one another for a weak? Not for you, but for the happiness of my mother and your father? There was a hint of stress in the teenager's neutrally cool tone, but as he spoke his back faced Falke with his arms still clutching the precious luggage. Unconsciously his eyes did wander through the visible areas of the canine's apartment which reminded him of... amusingly enough a single bachelor's pad.