Brotherly bonding

Desolate's lips parted, his tongue moving to swipe over his teeth thoughtfully at his brother's recommendation. Did he even have instincts? Desolate wasn't sure, and he frowned. Though the discussion had brought Void's voice forward, and that was enough to encourage him to keep trying. "OK, well my instincts tell me that it'd be a bad idea to fight you, because you're so much bigger then me." Bi-colored gaze fell upon the other boy, and Desolate struggled to not think too hard about what he'd do in a fight. After all, letting his instincts drive him meant that he shouldn't be carefully considering his options.

He leaned forward then to each side as if he was moving to strike, letting himself feel to try to determine what instinctively he'd go for. "I think I'd want to bite your face." Desolate announced after a moment. His ears fell back at the words, disliking how it sounded. Why would his instincts want him to do that? Void was his brother, his instincts should tell him to bite somewhere harmless so his family member would be uninjured. "I wouldn't though, 'cause I love you and all." She shrugged sadly, eyeing the other boy. "Do you think we're doing this right?"