Brand makes a noise that is just barely more of a chuckle than a scoff.
"I must have just learned how to do one," he says, shaking his head. "Still textbook."
Before he can say anything else, the door to the hallway opens and the light flicks on. Brand -- adult Brand -- automatically looks that direction and...well, it looks like someone got through his guard with a cheap shot. He looks stricken, almost sick.
The man in the door, squinting in the light he'd turned on, wore dark red silk pajamas and had dark hair salted prematurely with gray. He bore a strong resemblance to Rune, though his eyes were decidedly orange rather than Rune's blue-gray.
"...Brand," he says after a moment, "stop trying to kill Rune. Rune, stop doing whatever it was you were doing to make your Companion want to kill you." He rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "...It's three in the morning. Why are you even awake?"
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"I must have just learned how to do one," he says, shaking his head. "Still textbook."
Before he can say anything else, the door to the hallway opens and the light flicks on. Brand -- adult Brand -- automatically looks that direction and...well, it looks like someone got through his guard with a cheap shot. He looks stricken, almost sick.
The man in the door, squinting in the light he'd turned on, wore dark red silk pajamas and had dark hair salted prematurely with gray. He bore a strong resemblance to Rune, though his eyes were decidedly orange rather than Rune's blue-gray.
"...Brand," he says after a moment, "stop trying to kill Rune. Rune, stop doing whatever it was you were doing to make your Companion want to kill you." He rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "...It's three in the morning. Why are you even awake?"