Eyes would roll with the obvious ill-attitude, he cares not for waking at an hour such as this, and a deep sigh is breathed as it no later ends in a large yawn. Water building up at eyelids’ rim, arms stretch once more, this time, bringing hands to wipe against the fragile flesh that hold the new darkness of sleep’s lacking — his own fault, naturally. Limbs fall right back to their previous placement before irises, followed with pupils, slip to their upper-most position and lids are closed once more, world encased in black absence before he sighs his exasperated reply.
❝ Yeah right, like you’re gonna … — ! ❞
Surrounding darkness would so promptly become a world of color in the reaction only of cold fingers wiggling, tickling, through his shirt. Sight is displayed so immediately and a so irritated laugh would spark ones throat in the form of what would sound a scream. Resistance does not delay as limbs go flying in all directions from beneath blankets so thick and warm. Exact blankets are kicked from his top and wrinkled into a heap that fists search desperately for before attempting to throw such upon older brother — perhaps in an effort to slow his movements and gain availability to escape. Endless laughter still refusing to halt as breathing rate increases, gasps for air try in every fit’s end before another round is initiated.
❝ Tadashi !! Stop, stop — I cAN’T — ! ❞
Voice is again stopped in the effort of one who grabs at his entire self, and falls, gravity pulling him in unexpected directions and only fear is evident upon his expressions. Another yelp lets out before they meet with ground’s frigid temperatures, and glare hesitates not to strike at the cause of such damage.
An effort to shove another from his presence before realizing the blatant humor he has caused him, a smile can’t help but creep at his lips and he attempts to redeem the uncalled-for snap of bitterness.
THERE IS FAMILIARITY in the way brother pushes and shoves, irritation to replace brief amusement cause by antics of elder Hamada though it causes Tadashi little concern; there is an awareness that annoyance shall fail to last particularly long -- patience, most frequently displayed virtue, is utilized once more, low, pleased hum to slip past lips. Plans to move are delayed, grin that has failed to falter thus far only growing in size, as he watches visible adjustment from anger to understanding, even amusement, come across brother's visage and in return he simply hugs sibling a tad closer -- opposite of what had been requested of him earlier, though there's a failure to care particularly.
❛ A nerd huh? At least I'm not a total dork. ❜
Lighthearted are his words, a returned jest that carries with them something softer: acceptance of oddly worded apology, the avoidance of ' i'm sorry ' something he's come to be accustomed to, such saved for more dire situations -- the quelling of legitimate anger, or perhaps to weasel something out of their aunt. Hand moves to ruffle raven locks, cheerful pull of lips to melt unto something softer, strong affection radiated in the warmth of smile and for a moment he contemplates telling him how blessed he is to live alongside best friend, marvelous little brother -- and he opts not to, instead giving forehead ( gentle ) flick and a chuckle before making attempt to return to his feet. Brother is pulled along with him, arms wrapped about his person lifting the smaller Hamada to an upright position, soles of feet placed upon cold floor before he is released with light pat of shoulder 'fore touch is pulled away completely.
❛ So, grumpypants, you awake now? ❜ A question to which the answer is already known, brief moment given to contemplate the idea of having potentially woken aunt, though it is pushed aside -- likely, she has learned to drown them out by now, and if not, he is more than willing to give proper apology for the volume that ( often ) echoed from bed chambers.
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