“So these fellas are your...?”
“Brothers,” Molly — or at least someone who looks entirely like him save for hair and clothes — replies curtly. “Triplets, to be precise. And he is not the eldest, for as much as he’d like to claim.”
Fjord echoes the sentiment of the entire Mighty Nein in his look of open confusion. Caleb, Essek, Veth, Beu, Yasha and even Caduceus merely look at the identical tieflings as if wondering when their vision had gotten tripled by some lasting spell or curse. Jester is the only one seemingly unperturbed by the revelation; she jumps forward out of the group and immediately accosts the closest of the Tealeaf brothers to her.
“You never told us you had brothers Molly!”
She openly ‘oooh’ and ‘ahhh’s at them, her eyes peering at the woolen cloak of one, the black leather of the next and, of course, back to the brother she and her friends had grown to know very well in their ongoing travels.
The brother she stood beside had his hair styled long, pulled into a low ponytail that fell to the center of his back. He scowled for a moment, then muttered, “And he neglected to mention that he found more friends after joining that tawdry circus of his.”
“One could say the same about that silly cult of yours, Lucien.” says the other not-Molly, who wears the sleeveless leather coat with a high collar. His hair is cropped short and, while looking utterly identical to the others, seems to have a discernibly lax aura around him — or at least far more lax than the long-haired brother Lucien. “Have fun pretending to be god, did you? Seems to have made your ego bigger.”
Beside them, Mollymauk groans and reaches a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“Can we not do this today?” he sounds as if this isn’t the first time they’d squabbled openly. “Because as much as I’d love to judge Lucien for his life choices, I asked you both to come here for a reason.”
Lucien rolled his eyes — or at least it seems like he does. Considering he hasn’t blinked even once for the entirety of the introductions, anything he does seems oddly stagnant and slightly off-putting.
Mollymauk eventually gestures towards both of his brothers. “Friends — the grumpy one is Lucien, unfortunately the eldest of us, and the one looking utterly drab is Kingsley, the youngest.”
“Drab?” Kingsley looks almost offended for a breath. Ruby eyes narrow to crescents as he glares at his brother. “Compared to what you tend to strut yourself around in, almost anything is drab.”
Molly looks prepared to retort something in kind as siblings are ought to do, but he is cut off instead by the sudden wonderful tone of Jester’s voice.
“Oh my gosh, you actually have brothers? That’s absolutely wonderful! They can join the Mighty Nein too! But I’ll need to know their favorite snack, favorite animal, favorite color — I’ll assume yours is black -“ she gestures towards Kingsley warmly. “-and I’ll also need to figure out if-“
She continues on for a few moments, rambling in a way that is so distinctly herself in brand and intention that it brings a gentle smile to the corners of Mollymauk’s lips. For all the dysfunction found between himself and his siblings, it feels nice to finally introduce them, even if he knew it was a long-shot to assume they’d care enough of his own life events to join the others of the group in their growing adventures.
But for now at least, it it nice.
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