On a hot Saturday afternoon Mutta found himself dragging his feet behind his brother's, his face a mask of neutral boredom (which wasn't hard to fake). He could feel his sweaty blue shirt sticking to his back as they made their way to the creek outside their apartment complex for the umpteenth time.

Generally their explorations warranted a lot more excitement, but in this heat and having to play second to his little brother, Mutta was having a hard time keeping a stiff upper-lip every eldest should possess in front of their siblings. It wouldn't do to pout in front of Hibito like a little kid. Anyway, it was too late to back out now that he had promised him he would play with him. Honestly, Mutta was getting a little old to be playing make believe, but his stupid monkey of a little brother had a way of needling him into the most embarrassing situations.

"No signs of alien life as of yet, Captain," he commented blandly, waving his recording mic through the air as if picking up sensor readings from the air.