"Freeman! I can't believe you!!"
Halfsies came downstairs, stomping his clawed feet to make his displeasure more obvious to his detached brother. Freeman was lounging on the couch, scowling at the screens in his prosthetic eyes- after all, he had just been arguing with a couple of people, and decided to end the most unpleasant when finally dared to do so.
"You! You brought me up, you argued with Ember! You blocked her!"
"yeah, i did. i don't see you unblocking her, either."
Halfsies approached the couch Freeman had been living on for years now, his large tail thumping with further displeased body language; Freeman's point, however, made Halfsies blush white in shame, as well as his current unhappiness.
"That is not the point!!"
But he did have a point. Halfsies had soft-blocked Ember ages ago, but hadn't stopped her from re-following not too long after... and now, he hadn't unblocked her, either, even though he fully had the power. Avoidance of conflict at its finest.
Halfsies's chest tightened. He flexed his clawed fists. Freeman continued lounging, scowling at the screens within his eyes, for a few moments longer, before he blinked them away and made to sit up. His scowl was pointed to Halfsies.
"So what is your point, then? That I didn't have to open old wounds by mentioning you? That I didn't have to acknowledge Ember in the first place? That I shouldn't have fucking bothered anybody with my shitty commentary?"
He loosely hugged his knees. Freeman already knew that the answer was all of these things, and also, that his twin was thoroughly humiliated by Ember's response; he would have preferred if they didn't talk to her at all unless she engaged first, and therefore didn't tread where they weren't welcome. Halfsies never wanted to step out of his comfort zone, his personal barrier of competence: if he knew where he stood and he knew his goals, he was bright and confident; if he didn't, he was overly cautious, sometimes downright too anxious about the unknowns to do anything at all. Yellow slit pupils searched Halfsies's openly expressive face.
Halfsies was now scowling. But he also looked about to cry. A frustrated growl was building in his throat.
Why did his brother have to be so aware of what was going on, but not be able to care enough to do more than argue over it? How could he thoroughly insult someone, hurt them, and not be angry or have been doing so maliciously? How was he so out of touch with the consequences of his words and actions?
"Maybe, Freeman, I WISH YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN ASSHOLE!!"
It was rare for Halfsies to yell, anymore, and Free's scowl lessened slightly.
"Maybe, you should be keeping your douchey opinions to yourself! Maybe Aitar is right, and you should not feel superior to people from media because you know their stories and fates, you should just let them live their lives as they are meant to!! We are not better than anyone, but that does not mean you have to be such a pessimistic, know-it-all, unrepentant douchebag all the time!!"
Halfsies began to pace, gesticulating with his arms for emphasis and out of a need to move.
"We were wished a happy birthday! There was cake, and well-wishes- why do you have to ruin everything that is potentially good?! Why did losing Roxy make you into such a--"
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TALK ABOUT HER TO ME! DON'T!"
Freeman was standing on the cushions, now, sparking white and black, eyes blazing crimson from the excess energy.
"WHY DID YOU--" he pointed aggressively at his brother, hand close to him, "HAVE TO BECOME SUCH A PATHETIC FUCKING COWARD AFTER ESTERA LEFT? HUH?! OH, WOE IS ME, NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE ME LIKE HER AGAIN-
"GROW UP, SOLLUX! GET OVER IT!"
Halfsies tackled Freeman in a rage, toppling the couch and table.
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