thrills and kills and hotel bills

Even though he could be a bit of an ass at times, Quintus was truly a harmless boy -- especially regarding his family. Slight moments of irritation were to be expected among siblings, especially brothers. But his annoyance at his brother's claws on his face disappeared almost as quickly as it bubbled up in his chest, and he settled happily alongside his smallest sibling.

'S-sure you d-didn't,' Cassius mumbled softly, and he would chuckle lightly. His brother was timid and shy, and had trouble speaking at times -- Quintus had only teased him about his stuttering once before realizing it was something that Cassius felt insecure about. Because, come on, he didn't really want to upset Cassius. Just tease him occasionally.

"Yeah, they're all sleeping," he said, his eyes briefly drifting from the lake to the direction of their family den, which had been expanded as they were growing larger. "Seems like mom and dad are getting stressed out about whatever were talking about at the meeting.." He wished he understood it all better, but his initial disinterest in the 'adult talk' had left him in the dark.