lo’ak sprawled across the branch, his back pressed against rough bark that would definitely give his sa'nu a heart attack if she caught him up here. sunlight filtered through the canopy above, warming patches of his blue skin as gentle breezes rustled through the leaves. sure, maybe he shouldn't be lounging on such a skinny branch this high up, but hey - fifteen minutes without falling seemed like pretty solid proof he'd be fine!

”so picture this," he said, hands gesturing wildly like they always did when he got excited about a story. "tarsem just hands me this absolute beast of a gun - i mean, this thing was massive. and neyetam?" he pitched his voice higher, nailing his brother's 'I'm so responsible' tone. "'lo’ak, you don't even know how to use that!”

he couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. "but then i just..." his hands moved through the familiar motions. "click. just like that. you should've seen him - totally speechless. because obviously i knew how to do it. not like i haven't been watching them train since forever." he swung his legs lazily over the branch's edge, still riding high on the memory.

”vitronvä'," he muttered, thinking about how his brother always had to be the one who knew best. his tail twitched irritably as he glanced down at her, their familiar face looking up at him. "just because he's older, he thinks he knows everything. that’s why that bug bit his ass-“ he said suddenly.

glancing at her, he frowned “you aren’t even listening are you?” he mumbled.