location: ozdemir street party time: 10:32 pm status: closed @daemxnium & @malignxnce
He’s not hiding from his wayward brothers, in fact, he’s not trying to hide at all, but somehow it just transpires that his actions resembles that of someone hiding. Maybe deep down (deep, deep down, as in so deep that it would require wild horses to drag the information from him) there’s a little part that perhaps had been hiding from the pair of them. But he spots them easily across the street, sitting with a cheeky beverage that he completely usurps from one brother to toast the other.
“No invitation for me?” It’s easy to lapse into their usual banter, he realises as he takes a sip from the drink before he promptly pulls a face. “God, Dimi, what is this? Clearly your taste buds haven’t improved; this tastes like Satan’s asshole.”
