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Post by Benjamin Kaiser on Mar 8, 2010 2:08:58 GMT -6
Glaring should be an olympic sport, because if it was, Benjamin would surely win the gold right now as he stared at his brother. Despite the lack of sleep he received along with what little sleep he did get spent tossing and turning, he was in quite the attentive mood. With coffee in hand he watched his brother as he started to conduct his search. In all honesty, Ben wanted to gather his brother up, strap him to a plane and take him home where he'd never let the boy out of his sight again. Sipping his coffee, Ben glared over the rim of the generic white mug and watched his brother (if possible) even more intently. His beverage had originally been an iced coffee, but through his aggitation of watching the searching unfold before him, the cup had started to stem within a few minutes and was now a pleasant cup of sweet aroma.
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Post by Abeal Kaiser on Mar 10, 2010 23:22:54 GMT -6
He hid the small smirk and ducked his head looking at the map at his hand, enjoying how insane it was making Ben. He focused on it trying to hold back a laugh he knew his brother was annoyed with his search but he could not help but find it amusing. He had slept like the dead and woke up with a smell of wet grass on him and to top it off Ben in the nook of his neck sleeping. Ben was more of a late sleeper and hated Abeal for being a morning person. Standing up deciding he needed some tea he took the cup from his brother knowing he probably needed a refill. Making it lukewarm from the steaming hot it was a indication of his brother’s anger. He shook his head and poured more coffee looking out the apartment Window to see sun shining brightly and the day clear and light he smiled and poured his tea. Something shifted he felt it in the air his hair rose from his arms and he had to take a step back right before it happened. ‘He knew this feeling’ It began to pour rain it came sudden and quick to the whole city it fell hard above them. Abeal looked out the window people running towards their homes and a boy dark hair and blue eyes stood their completely dry and in the middle of the pouring rain with a smile as if calling out too him. He could see him so clearly; he placed both cups down and ran leaving the apartment door open.
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