thrills and kills and hotel bills

Quintus could not help but laugh, a rather innocent sort of cackle that left his parted jowls with glee. It was all innocent -- just as innocence as when his sister would play-wrestle, albeit he knew Cassius was much more easily frightened. But in all truthfulness, he would never in his wildest dreams hurt any of his siblings. He was more of a pacifist than anything else, though found it greatly amusing to startle and surprise others.

But he did not hold on to his brother's tail for long, for a second later he felt his brother's claws on his snout. "Geeze!" He growled, letting go and moving to stand beside him. His light sea-green gaze shifted then, glancing down to the lake ... realizing that he probably shouldn't tried to scare him so close to the lake. What if his brother had drowned? The water was getting pretty cold... He wrinkled his nose. Oops. But nearly a moment later Cassius lifted a paw to smack him on the nose. "Sorry bro," he said with a snort, though leaned to settle down on his belly beside him. "Didn't mean to scarce you half to death."