Chapter 3: The one time I did something (Not really)
When Fahren came back, he was holding a small parchment that was supposedly the permit they needed. I was chilling in a comfortable chair next to the balcony, reading a book I found in one of the drawers in our hotel room, and which was unsurprisingly very bad.
"Can we finally start making preparations for our merchandise?"
I asked with a roll of my eyes and a loud snap of the boring book closing after Fahren had gotten settled down. He nodded with a small wave of his hand and plopped down on the bed.
"Those city officials were so nosy and wouldn't shut up. I'm honestly in awe with how much they talked, it was like speaking with rocks! So boring...."
My brother continued to blather on about so and so doing such and such, making the once still and peaceful atmosphere be filled with complaints.
And I enjoyed every bit of it.
"So anyway, after talking with the fuckwad city administrator for like a whole hour and drinking an entire pot of frankly disgusting tea, I am going to the library with him this weekend to study medicine for some reason. I kinda wanna die but it's whatever."
Fahren pat his stomach vigoriously as if it was going to solve the annoyance he felt.
"Y'know,"
I started off
"You could always just, and I'm only spit balling here, deny the invitation?"
I finished uncertainly, like the spelling of that word, because of the glare I was getting from the ruffled brother of mine.
"Oh yeah of course why didn't I think of that I'm so dumb it makes perfect sense just deny the city administrator who basically controls everything plus a cow around the next OH I don't know couple hundred miles and get kicked out and starve but no it's fine I'll just deny him."
Fahren responded sarcastically, not even breathing as the venomous words spilling out of his mouth increased.
"Okay! Okay! I get it! This is why you're the social one and I'm not, geez"
I grumbled, crossing my arms and pouting. Sometimes my brother was too sarcastic for his own good. And mine.
"Whatever,"
Fahren grunted, scowling at the closed book next to me.
"Whatcha readin'?"
He asked curiously, sitting up to take off his worn out boots and to undo his ponytail.
"Oh,"
I replied
"It sucks, but if you wanna read it knock yourself out. It's about some kid named icy river or something having a sucky childhood then becoming a demon Lord and enacting revenge on all those who hurt him. It would probably be better if there was less sex scenes, but what can I do? The author was probably some shameless maiden who needed some spice in her life after her husband left her hanging dry to get down and dirty with another woman."
I paused
"I mean, that's the vibe I got from it."
"Bro, sometimes your harsher than me."
Fahren pointed out
"Don't insult me pleb."
I replied elegantly, flipping my non-existent hair.
"Yeah whatever, anyways, weren't we gonna talk about the distribution and sales of our merch?"
Fahren brought us back on topic
"Oh yeah, we were. And don't call it merch, it's weird."
"Not as weird as you."
Fahren snarked back, I put my hand over my heart in fake hurt
"Damn, I take back all I said about your being dope, I'm straight up not having a good time."
Fahren rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.
"We both know you're having way more of a good time than I am talking to old geezers who keep trying to set me up with their daughters."
"You didn't mention them trying to set your up."
I pointed out
"Oh, did I not mention that in my rant? I thought I did. Well anyway-- wait we're getting off track again! Serious time, bro, serious time"
Fahren responded, cutting himself off. I groaned
"Do we have to??? You usually handle the logistics and shit while I am the face of our wonderful little wandering store. Why do we have to change that?"
I gave Fahren my best puppy eyes, which he is always weak for. Fahren fell back into the bed again with flair, sighing deeply.
"You don't wanna talk to people, am I right?"
I pushed, hoping to not do math at all. Or thinking. Hell, I'd be fine just being the looks for our stall without having to worry about the prices or the rareness of some random arifact we found in the woods two weeks ago.
I don't like thinking.
"But broski, I don't wanna do math after listening to pervert #69 try to get me into their bed."
Fahren pouted. I pouted back. Soon enough, there was a full on pout fight going on.
Let me explain what a pout fight is, for all of y'all who have normal faces without anime puppy eyes.
A pout fight is, according to me, a fight between two or more participants of which consists of the participants staring at each other for an extended period of time. It's kinda like a staring contest, except you gotta make your eyes all soulful and teary and shit. It's a lot harder than you'd think.
But anyway, Fahren was winning. Which sucked, because I really don't wanna do math. So, I pulled out my last resort Trump card.
"N-nyah, gege?"
"oH YOU MOTHERFUCKER"
"He he I win"
"I CALL FOR A REMATCH"
"no way I won fair and square"
"We both know that wasn't fair nor was it square."
"You're a square"
"No u"
"No u"
"No u"
"No u"
....
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The poor innocent worker who just wanted to know if the two guests wanted a bath" TuT
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