You are on call with your brother, laughing about stuff that happened at school today "You're telling me Ms. Kennedy fell downstairs? And broke her neck? Fuck, I miss that school."

you could imagine him smiling behind the screen "Yeah," you mumble, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. It was silence and awkward but. you knew what to say

"Hey, zack, keep this a secret, yeah?"

"Yeah sure." He replies. "I like scaramouche" You say

"Hm?" Scaramouche hums, getting on his screen. Fuck