Young and hopeless

His brother didn't seem to be in any hurry to come meet him,
and Ramsay began to wonder if Greed had taken off, ignoring him on purpose. He wouldn't be overly surprised, but he would certainly be annoyed. He wondered if he should get up and go looking for the brute, but before he could decide what to do, Greed made his appearance. Olive green eyes met with ice cold blue, his brows tensing to form a hardened expression. Ramsay stood to meet his brother, his nervousness dissolved to be replaced with wrath, lip curling on one side as his brother's tone was registered. This wasn't the reunion he'd been hoping for, but then again, what else did he expect? Greed had never been a bundle of joy, and he had always been distant. Still, Ramsay couldn't understand why his brother was so mad at him. What had ever done, other than hope and believe that his family wasn't as crappy as it had turned out to be? "What's your problem?" he snapped back, teeth clacking as he glared at Greed, "I came back because dad's a failure, and everyone else took off! I was looking forward to seeing my only remaining brother, but maybe I was wrong to think that you'd give a shit!"

Ramsay stood rigid, the muscles in his shoulders and haunches tensed, his ebony-dipped tail flashing into the air above his back. He was in no mood to be pummeled by Greed's harsh attitude, and he would have no regrets if he needed to put his brother in his place. He'd done it to Vadim, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it to Greed. In a way he hoped it wouldn't come to that - he hoped that they could settle their differences through words, even if it meant screaming in each other's face. He just wanted to be close to his sibling, for the distance and cold glares to stop so that they didn't have to be so alone in this world. But he definitely wasn't going to take Greed's attitude without pushing back.