brother_nature | Golden Peacock

Hah?

Wait, you don't know what a baby is? Seriously? Damn, you really are an alien, aren't ya?

[If Till can steal bitch, he can steal alien. Maybe he'll ask someone else to explain the concept more thoroughly later.]

[ Being called an alien is not going to cause him to flinch. That's how segyein view the lifeforms called humans that originated from Earth. That's why that singing competition is aptly named Alien Stage. ]

It's darling. Or sweetheart. Right? In the context of your brother. It makes sense. Darling brother. But since you also used that word differently before, maybe I am wrong. Are you going to tell me what it means to you?

[One day he's going to grasp that concept fully and it's gonna blow his mind. Whole other worlds out there for him to take over, wack.]

I mean, I could use that, yeah. [Most people would not...actually use that for their siblings, but the Aza Brothers are Uncomfortably Close at times. But he shakes his head, clarifying.]

A baby's a young human. Like, just born. Using it like this, it's just shorthand for someone younger than you. I'm his big brother, and he's my baby brother.

And babies can't survive on their own, yeah? You gotta watch 'em, feed 'em, protect them. Sit with 'em. So if there's someone who can't take care of themselves without you hanging around?

That's babysitting. Get it? I was calling you a weak creature that needed to be watched. [Just said factually, even if it doubles as an insult.]

[ Good luck with that, is what Till would say. ]

Yeah. [ That's what he's saying. That's how he knows the word to mean, and apparently, he does not read anything strange in two siblings referring to each other in that manner. It's whatever. Call each other whatever. ]

A young human is a child. Well, not all young humans are children. That's not something I've heard outside Anakt Garden. Maybe that's just how the teachers refer to them. Then a baby is even younger. I get it. Somewhat. It's a strange way to refer to newly made humans.

No. Those things can't be on their own. That's why there is a provider to care for them.

But you call that babysitting.

Fuck you! I can take care of myself asshole! [ So says Till as his closet becomes filled with laundry that needs to be taken care of. ]

Please, if I hadn't been one of the first folks that found ya, you might have gotten killed or worse. [Especially in that sex dome.]

And you bitch about monsters and aliens, but it sounds like you don't actually know much about humanity. I ain't ever met anyone who didn't know what a baby was, and I ain't the most caught up person in this prettied up prison.

Don't. I get it now. That's gross.

I'm trying to learn, so shut up. How was I supposed to know what that word means? No one calls them baby. They call it something else. There's a lot of things here I don't know about. I've never had a room with so much stuff, I've never had any currency, and it's just weird going all over whenever. I'm not telling you more.

Maybe we can play again some other time.

You yap a lot for someone who doesn't want to tell me shit, you know that?

Don't need a game. If you wanna talk, you know where I am. [In the basement always. Maybe one day he'll rank up. For now though, he just sighs.]

Let me know if you win whatever bullshit carrot on a stick they're dangling in yer face for this game.

And you're not going to keep asking.

You said I was cagey. I'm not.

[ Maybe Till is trying to prove a point. But has he? Not at all. Chobe, is a plant brained, monster bitch and Chobe also helped him once. He also didn't decide to stab him outside his suite's door. The bar is low when it comes to acts of kindness. But that's Till's perspective. And for that, Chobe earns himself distance.

The next thing out of Chobe's mouth will leave Till confused. No, he does not know that Chobe is some kind of basement dweller. So where should he find him? Not that he will look for him. ]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. At least, I'm taking a chance at something.

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