thrills and kills and hotel bills

He felt his claws snag his brother's fur and immediately retracted. Half of him hadn't even expected him to reach his brother, much less make contact with the exact are he'd been aiming for. Perhaps he wasn't half bad at fighting after all. Ha, that was a laughable thought. Quintus buckled down beside him, resting comfortably on his belly as if he hadn't just been slapped by his younger nearly-dwarf brother. Of course, he was as calm and collected as ever. Cassius would curl his front paws beneath him and lay down beside his rusty brother, calming now that he knew he wasn't in immediate danger. "S-sure you d-didn't," he muttered under his breath just loud enough for Quintus to hear if he were truly listening. "Everyb-body else alseep?" he would question with genuine interest. It wasn't like it was that late, but darkness marked night time, and night time meant sleeping for the children of Seracia. Two-tone gaze upon his bi-colored face shifted toward his larger brother, realizing this was the first time in a while they'd been alone together.

"speech"