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Post by ツღ on Mar 27, 2010 14:36:27 GMT -5
"So you gave up on a brother?" Drake challenged. "What have you been doing here anyway?" Drake's arms raised to the expanse of the woods, "Living large? Kissing girls? Doesn't it ever bother you that you thought your brother was dead? That your entire family might've been dead?!"
Keep it peaceful, keep it peaceful, keep it peacef--SHUT UP! his inner Drake roared furiously.
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Post by spottie on Mar 27, 2010 14:47:59 GMT -5
>>> His jaw clamped shut. Aaron glowered at Drake mutinously, letting it sink in slowly.
Finally, after what seemed like forever (but was actually only a few seconds), he wrenched open his jaw again. He spat, bitterly, "It's been years. I've---how do I put this?---moved on. Family only gets you so far. I've been busy. Doing things instead of wasting time wallowing for people that may or may not be dead in dirt."
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Post by ツღ on Mar 27, 2010 15:04:58 GMT -5
Drake was quiet for a long moment. Longer. And longer still.
Finally he took a deep breath. "Alright then," he said, sounding deadpanned, "It was good talking to you." Slowly, Drake began shuffling away. Then, as if by second thought, he turned around. "And, you know... Those seven years when I was looking for you... I actually missed you." Drake snorted and rolled his eyes. "If I'd known how much you'd changed... Ha," he shrugged and continued on, away from his half-brother.
He had missed him. And he thought Aaron had missed him as well. I guess people change. I'm a living example.
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