“Normally when you do, I have to take precautions in case something catches on fire by your doing.” And he hasn’t got the slightest idea about the matches. The arm around his shoulder has him squint.
“It is of little worry to me whether you tell about— onions?” He grips the other’s hand with two of his fingers and drops it down while wondering about his choice of negotiation. “What of me and onions? That I would consume them raw, just as I would do with any obstacle?” If he had one right now, he would be snapping it between his fingers, so instead he runs a hand through his hair, maintaining an indifferent expression. For the record, that was supposed to be a threat.
“Fine, you can stay. We won’t be alone, however. There are new magicians residing in this castle. This is why I ask of you to be careful with your actions. I’ll have a room prepared for you.”
“Oh, how I have missed this, brother! Always so serious, so by the books, I love it!” Arkana cackled, it was like reliving their childhood moments. With Mahad being the serious and professional student. While he would rather cause problems and have fun. But, he still watched over his brother, even though their personalities clashed from time to time.
Pulling his hand back, he cracked his knuckles, his fingers bending in odd ways for a moment. “There, it is so nice to be with family again. Oh, new magicians? How things have changed since I was last here.”
From the kitchen, Agni walked in with a plate of bread. Placing a plate of saboob down on a table. In addition to his normal dark clothes, he was wearing a brightly colored apron with small bunnies on it. While he could not speak, he had a sign taped to the front of it. “This was the last apron they had in my size.”
Arkana watched Agni bow his head, leaving the two alone. “Brother, is this a normal morning?”
