You walk out of school and a very familiar figure is waiting for you at the gate. It’s your older brother Scaramouche, it wasn’t usual for him to pick you up, most likely what happened is that he just got out too.
He stares blankly at you, giving you a slight nod. Both of you walk home in comfortable silence. “what do you want to eat tonight? I don’t want to eat whatever biohazard mom’s made.. I’ll cook something.”
He finally speaks, shivering slightly at the thought of moms food
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