Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Distracted? By what? Swallowing, Kazuye had been hoping that Sinclair wouldn't ask that dreaded question. What was he supposed to say? Oh, sorry, I was distracted since I was staring at you? No way! A prickling feeling of embarrassment, as the teen carefully looked at the floor, suddenly finding the white tiles that lined the area fascinating. But still, the older male would be expecting an answer soon, silence would give him something to find suspicious about...Though a blatant lie was even worse! Uh...It's nothing...stupid really.... His words were quick, spilling off his tongue faster than he could control them. Wincing slightly, he looked back up to see the other finally retrieve the first aid kit. His hands still rubbing tenderly around the wound as to not agitate it, his fingers stopped the motion when the stream of water was cut off. Titling his head slightly to the side what was he doing? But it was apparent, as his injured hand was carefully dried off. Eyes softened as Kazuye looked upon the other male, the gentleness making his heart ache. Why didn't he remember...? Brother... His fingers twitched sightly, a short reflect when his hands were immobile for a while, but the younger male watched in silence as his hand was dried and than bandaged with pristine white cloth, though it did not stay that way for long. Drops of crimson welled up from underneath the bandages, staining it a bright scarlet, though it thankfully only dotted some areas. The sigh was not lost on Kazye, who felt a twinge of guilt. Nodding, it suddenly felt like he was a child again, being scolded on getting hurt for not paying attention. I will. He smiled at Sinclair he might not remember, but at least he still cared... Though, Kazuye just mirrored the smile that the other person ave him, hands closing on his injured one, as he suggested something to cure the boredom without physical work. Nodding slightly, though he had no clue what the other male was planning, he was once again lead away, his arm the string to pull him along once more. But what would they do? Talk again? Play a game? Weren't they too old for that now? Laughing quietly to himself, he softened his footsteps as he passed by the kitchen, if they got caught, not doubt that Sinclair wouldn't be pleased. Though, no one came out to get them to come back, not a head peaked out from inside the pantry. Guess they were busy...Though, hopefully it wasn't too much work, it would suck if they had too stress themselves out since Sinclair and Kazuye weren't there. Up some stairs and down a hall, though their destination seemed to be his room. Taking a few steps away from the door, he watched it close and shut with a click. Locked? Raising an eyebrow...Why would he lock the door? Kazuye hardly did back in his old home, and it was only when he really didn't want to be bothered his parents would knock before entering, least they find their nearly grown son in an awkward scene. Pulling his arm back to his side, Kazuye stood near by the door, as the other sauntered towards his own bed, as he plopped down, now regarding him. Hn... More questions? But it didn't matter, he was glad he could spend time with his brother though, Well...I usually listen to music...play games...You know, the usual stuff. What about you? It was the common question ending, extending the invitation to learn more about the questioner. Kazuye wandered deeper into the room, his bandaged hand held carefully to his side, though it didn't seem like it bothered him much now. His eyes were still on Sinclair's, but they darted away to look around the room, the younger one of the two licking his lips slightly. Hmn...Should have asked for a glass of water before they left... listu