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[skycutter]

Who: Two bros who don't know the other is on that weird network too, aka Miles (skycutter) and Pierce (purity).
What: Pierce has cookies and is bringing 'em to his little bro, though there's something strange in the water.
Where: Miles' house.
When: August 3.



[Miles shoves his usual glass under the faucet and pours himself a generous helping of the (thankfully filtered) water from it.

Miles isn't one to take something from the tap because he prefers bottled things or just juice, but cookies and other things Pierce makes are best taken with just water, so at least the flavor of the juice doesn't overpower the taste of the food. He's really just like that.

Because his brother is honestly a better cook than their mother. No offense to her.

Besides, Pierce is coming and he's not really feeling guilty about the thought, especially when he's going to save her some things too so she has something nice to eat when she gets home.]

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[ex_purity762]

[With all the madness going on around them, Pierce finds himself all the more grateful for the time he can spend with his brother. There's no talk of alien invasions, giant bugs, or conspiracies to destroy the lot of them. No strange memories-or-are-they, and no odd abilities no person should rightly have.

It's just his little brother giving him sour looks at all of his open affection. Which, honestly, is the cutest thing.

After he parks his car, Pierce checks his watch. He's just about right on time, just a little early. So he gathers up the box he packaged the cookies in (and there are a ton of them), and heads for the door.

Although it's a family residence, he still rings the doorbell and waits]

[skycutter]

[Miles rolls his eyes-- of course he's early, and of course he's ringing the doorbell. Again.

It's like he thinks he doesn't have any more right to properly, casually see his mother and brother just because their parents are divorced and he's living with that bastard.

So he puts on his most irritated face as he answer the door.]

You know you have a key, right? Or did it break?

[ex_purity762]

[Pierce expects that look. It doesn't surprise him when he sees it, and though he does feel badly for prompting that reaction, he wears an easy smile all the same. It's good to see Miles, no matter what]

I have it, but I didn't want to intrude.

[His manners have probably only gotten stiffer as time has passed, really, but he wants to be considerate. After a beat, he moves right along, actual cheer seeping into his tone this time]

Good to see you.

[skycutter]

You're nuts if you think you cant go in without knocking just because it's not your house.

[It's a song and dance they've done before, but honestly, Miles will continue if Pierce continues with what he thinks is something that just wastes time.

He never did this before the divorce.

He shouldn't have to be doing this.]

You still remember where the kitchen is, right?

[ex_purity762]

Of course I do. Unless Mom rearranged more than the decor, at least.

[Though Pierce knows Miles doesn't appreciate all the changes their mom makes, he thinks it's much better than his father's home. It's a strange marriage of spartan and opulent all at the same time.

In short, a cold sort of place. More so when he's almost always alone.

Pierce takes solace in that Miles didn't wind up there]

I still feel it's proper to knock though. What if you were running around in your underwear?

[It's a joke, of course. He's never known Miles to do that]

[skycutter]

I don't walk around in my underwear. [He's more horrified than irritated now though. That's just a terrible thing to think of.]

That's horrible, Pierce.

[ex_purity762]

Well, you never know. It'd be horrible to assume things too, wouldn't it?

[Because assuming isn't very nice, is it?

Of course he can't mask a little amusement. His brother's so precious. Well, so long as he doesn't legitimately upset Miles, because that really would be horrible]

[skycutter]

Yeah, because I regularly walk around the house without anything on, especially when you're coming.

[Despite the bite though, his voice is more sullen than pissed off. Pierce really needs to stop dropping these bombs on him.]

[ex_purity762]

[Naturally Pierce can't know that, but he thinks it's better not to say as much. He knows the divorce, and subsequent circumstances, aren't anyone's favorite subject.

For that matter, he knows Miles is still angry about it]

In any event, I tried some new recipes. You'll be the first to try them.

[Naturally he tailored what he made to Miles' tastes, and their mother's as well]

[skycutter]

They're not overly sweet are they?

[He knows Pierce knows he's not a fan of sweet things, but it doesn't hurt to make sure, especially when there's a whole lot of them, and you never know.]

[ex_purity762]

I tried to keep your tastes in mind.

[His tone suggests he's making no promises...even though he really was careful about what he put into the cookies]

[skycutter]

[Miles throws his brother a suspicious look before reaching over to pluck one of the cookies from the box with two fingers. He cant tell its flavor by smell though, he's never been good at all this culinary stuff because he's the science and lab child.

So instead, he gingerly takes a small bite. ... Before deciding to stuff the entire thing in his mouth because it's so good ;w;]

[ex_purity762]

[Pierce waits patiently for whatever opinion Miles decides to voice, though he has a pretty good idea. If his brother didn't like it, he wouldn't have eaten it that quickly.

While he waits, he rocks back on his heels, not one to stay entirely still for too long]

[skycutter]

[Honestly? He doesn't want to voice any opinion, because Pierce should already know how Miles feels about what his older brother makes-- but of course he knows he should, because he knows his brother would like some kind of vocal acknowledgement.]

It's good.

[Spoken in a bit of a mumble after he swallows. He's going to pass his lack of volume as something due to still having crumbs in his mouth. As usual.]

[ex_purity762]

[Of course, Pierce's smile broadens. If there's input he particularly appreciates, it's that of the people he loves. Being able to make them happy makes him happy, so he can't help it really]

I'm glad you approve. There are a few other kinds too, whenever you're up to it.

[He'll be sure he keeps that recipe]

[skycutter]

Just hold on a bit. [Miles huffs because really. They have the entire day, not an hour here or there.]

[ex_purity762]

I can wait.

[Because his brother's so cute and all. Always. Even when he's a brat. Never taking off his big bro goggles.

He rocks on his heels again, tucking the box under one arm]

Will we be spending much time here on your doorstep today?

[skycutter]

You're the one who started talking about things right here. In fact, you're the one who rang the doorbell.

[Miles shrugs, but he pushes the door wide enough to let his brother in, because clearly Pierce is incapable of doing things himself.]

[ex_purity762]

[Pushing his brother aside to get through a doorway? Never]

Well then, my mistake.

[Which he can manage to sound sincere in saying even as he's smiling all the way, stepping into the house]

[skycutter]

[Cue a huff from Miles as he shuts the door. Ugh, he has the most ridiculous brother ever.]

You know where the kitchen is.

[ex_purity762]

[And he'll only get better with time. Just you wait, little bro.

For now though, Pierce slips his shoes off before venturing further into the house. Wouldn't do to track anything in]

Looks like mom's going with some cheerful colors.

[Pierce observes this as he heads for the kitchen]

[skycutter]

She's been on a redecorating spree and I've been roped into doing some of that stuff because it's summer. [Sigh.]

She wanted some plants too, but I told her we'd never water them because we'd always forget, so she threatened me with a pet so I'd "learn some responsibility".

I told her I'd rather have a bird or a mouse. Something small at least, but knowing her, she'd get a dog or a cat to mess with me.

[ex_purity762]

I don't think a pet's such a bad idea. They make good company, after all.

[Or so Pierce has read; it's not like he's had a pet since they were very small. Well before the divorce]

Would a dog or a cat be so bad?