Thread: Brotherly Nuisance (ShiroKuma & Star Tea)

Another five minutes trickled by, and the boy he was supposed to be taking care of still had shown neither head nor tail of himself. Unable to restrain his anxious nerves, the canine male basically stormed across the room, shoving his hand inside a small wooden drawer and procuring a strip of paper that was scented lightly with an aromatic perfume. Grabbing his phone and punching in the digits, he held the phone to his ear, tapping his foot impatiently as the phone began to ring... and ring... and ring. Until eventually the call hung itself up and responded to his impatience with a monotonous beeping noise that indicated the woman was unable or unwilling to pick up. It took every little strand of patience Falke had to not hurl the phone across the room. Outraged that the irresponsible woman would fail to answer the emergency number she'd given him on the very first day. Instead he tore the useless scrap of paper up, rolling the torn bits up into a ball before tossing it across the room and into the kitchen bin. Calm down, it's still not that late... he growled, frowning to himself as he considered calling the cops. There was no way they'd take him seriously, and Falke himself had no idea what his supposed brother in law looked like, and technically... they weren't brothers until the damned wedding which was scheduled a good few weeks from now. Sighing to himself and forcing him to take a seat at the dining table, focusing his eyes on the ticking clock and counting the seconds as they ticked by. Falke briefly considered heading out to search for the brat, but again he was faced with the dilemma of not knowing what Seere looked like. Furthermore there was a chance that Seere would turn up while he was out, and then Falke would be the one accused of not being in the right place at the right time. When three reserved knocks finally sounded on Falke's door, the canine immediately lept out of his seat. Knocking over not only the chair, but also the wooden dining table resulting in a thunderous crashing sound erupting from within the canine's apartment room. Despite the accident the door swung open with only a second delay, a brush of air slapping Falke in the face as he poked his head out and glared viciously at whoever was unfortunate to be on the other side. Falke's features were nothing short of menacing, his brows furrowed and his eyes sparking with a mixture of irritation and fury. Falke had spent a good few hours planning and rehearsing how he'd welcome the boy to his humble apartment, but the words that he snapped out were simple and far from resembling anything he'd planned that day. Late he barked, his entire body shaking with fury as he snarled at the sight of the boy. Falke's body language was just as welcoming as his words. In fact, with his teeth bared, and his hands balled into fists it looked as if Falke would physically assault the boy for being a few minutes late. When the canine's hand shot out it seemed inevitable, but instead of connecting with Seere's body, Falke's yanked the luggage from Seere's grasp. Depriving Seere of his possessions before he could back out and leave in search of better accomodation. Hell, sleeping on the streets was probably safer than sharing an apartment with a psychopathic dog that wanted to tear Seere over for being 15 minutes late. Coming in or not? Falke snapped, not even bothering to turn his head. Instead he gave the boy one unwelcoming swish with his tail.