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[wearsfaces-blog]

BU B B A gIVE ME A H U G

   One would think that after spending so many years in the company of his boisterous older brother, loud and sudden noises wouldn’t phase Bubba anymore. IF ONLY. One minute he’s sitting there on their porch, enjoying the summer breeze and minding his own business - the next, Paul’s screaming into his ear at full volume and Bubba’s all but jumped out of his skin. One large hand presses over his heart and he curses himself for the fright, turning his head to fix Paul with a look that’s just about as stern as he can manage - which isn’t saying much. The twinge of annoyance only lasts for but a moment, however, before the larger shakes his head and sighs, opening his arms.

   At least Paul means well. He can’t say that about most folks who sneak up on him.

[twiinned-blog]

“oh, quit bein’ a fuckin’ pussy, paul!”

 he forces his brother into a headlock, using his grip to throw him onto the mucked floor. with a laugh, nubbins drops atop his twin, sickeningly toothy grin seemingly mocking him with each passing second. he shakes the other violently, probably wishing to crack his head off the hardened wood and watch it run red.

“come on! You ain’t no fun!”

@chhop

[wearsfaces-blog]

 @chhop gets a seriously grumpy brother. HAVE FUN.

   Bubba’s dark curls are matted with perspiration, a good portion of them stuck to the back of his neck or plastered to his skull. The interior of their truck is stifling hot and the outdoors aren’t much better - they’ve already tried rolling the windows down and haven’t felt so much as a puff of cool air. Air conditioning isn’t an option, either - it’s been broken for months and the last time they tried to fix it, they’d nearly blown themselves up in the process (it’s better if you don’t ask). Bubba’s suit jacket was tossed into the back ages ago, but it does little to elevate the sticky feeling of discomfort that seems to envelope his body. His head rests against his seat as he stares up at the ceiling, fuming in silence and sweating like a stuck pig.

   Seldom does Bubba find himself in a sour mood such as this, but when one has been stuck in traffic for the last forty-five minutes - especially with the likes of Paul, God love his brother - they tend to get a little bit... testy.