CLOSED STARTER for @thechellambharath location ; good duck art gallery
Ezhil was nowhere without his family, even if he was the only Bharath in Fenrir’s Wood, he still made sure to visit his family whenever he got the chance - his father gladly paid for a taxi to Surrey or a plane to Madurai. The pack mentality that mostly the older kids had set up, ran through the family, and even if the younger four were obviously obnoxious, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t hyped to have a sibling in town.
He liked being a werewolf, being able to smell her all the way from the other side of the room, picking up that scent because it was his own. Similar enough. He walked as fast as he could without getting the wrong kind of attention, and tapped Chellam on the opposite shoulder from the side he was standing, a huge grin on his face. He had no idea where this overflowing warm feeling towards his sister came from, but it definitely was more gushy and mushy than usual. Though he vowed to act like the cool older sibling. “Boo.”