[ He's late. He doesn't realize that he's late, or rather that there's anything that he's supposed to be late for. He also frowns when he gets Persephone's text, taking him a moment to realize that it means she must be waiting for him at his house.
His stomach twists unpleasantly, and he tries to comb his hair back. Checking the bruise under his eye, trying to make it look less noticeable. He puts on his jacket and does up the buttons of his shirt, trying to cover up the unpleasant bruise he feels throbbing against his side.
It's fine. It's not like he's been brawling for his stupid younger brother's sake or anything. ]
Persephone?
[ It's the first word that comes out as soon as he walks into the house, jacket buttoned up almost too tightly. The little white ball of fluff comes out running down the hallway first, yapping loudly at him. ]
What are you doing here?
[ Persephone must've picked him up, he imagines. Huh. ]
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His stomach twists unpleasantly, and he tries to comb his hair back. Checking the bruise under his eye, trying to make it look less noticeable. He puts on his jacket and does up the buttons of his shirt, trying to cover up the unpleasant bruise he feels throbbing against his side.
It's fine. It's not like he's been brawling for his stupid younger brother's sake or anything. ]
Persephone?
[ It's the first word that comes out as soon as he walks into the house, jacket buttoned up almost too tightly. The little white ball of fluff comes out running down the hallway first, yapping loudly at him. ]
What are you doing here?
[ Persephone must've picked him up, he imagines. Huh. ]