" hello. Brother~" he hissed. Looking into barnaby's eyes with his blood red ones.
He averted his eyes away from him.
" What do you want?"- he asked with an an annoyed tone.
" says the one who had a better life than the other. I envy that. You know. My past was waaaay more worse than yours and all you can do is be a stuck up bastard to me." he frowned.
" and go to think of it… I’m your only blood relative left. And you treat me like trash too!"
He leered at the other.
" And so your blaming me for it? You talk like I was the cause of your past *tsk*. And yes you´re my only relative, but sometimes I wonder, if it would be better to have none, if their this annoying."- he averted his gaze-" And as I said before I´m not in the mood to talk with you!"
" harsh. But brother you soon have to accepted me. If you like it or not. And another thing... you are talking to me right now. " he placed a hand on barnaby's shoulder. " besides.. if he hate me that much.. why haven't you killed me yet"
