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He was actually surprised to see a place so neat and clean, especially a place cared by his younger siblings. Vanessa was not... The calmest person in the world, let's say, and Elliot wasn't that behind. In fact, they could be very distracted sometimes. The Nightray didn't know where did they get that... Oh, right, Ernest returned to reality, better get all those clothes off. As he did so, he waited for his brother to bring the new ones.

"Thanks," replied, getting ready quickly. With the towel, put the hair aside (Claude kept saying he should cut his hair, because that way wouldn't be practical, but always changed the subject) and dried the tip, taking care to not wet the place even more. "Better read it now, because you may need later," advised "I guess. But it was you who chose the book?" smiled, holding the golden locks "is about what?".

The room Elliot came into was pretty small, but was still cozy enough for a room they had their lunch breaks in and generally dwelled in when resting. Vanessa was sure talented at making a place comfortable- the faint smell of lavender had a big part in it as well. The boy’s first glance was dedicated to the vase of purple flowers that he had knocked over a few times already out of hurry. He slowed his step down, trying his best to not even touch the damned thing, especially not with his hip like the last time.

"If you can do it without getting water all over the place, go ahead!" Elliot yelled while rummaging through the closet that was meant for the employee cloaks, clothes and everything that was made out of fabric in general. They surely had a few towels for cases like this… 

The evasive white piece of cloth was finally found, and Elliot succeeded in doing it without breaking any more stuff. It was almost like a mission well done. He came back to Ernest who had already gotten those wet clothes off. “Here you go." the little brother handed the towel over. As Ernest’s question reached his ears, Elliot unconsciously glanced at the book he was supposed to be reading. “No, but we’ll have to write an essay about some books that are considered classic. This one is horrible, it’s full of crap!" he couldn’t help but flare up a bit.  

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stepswithintime said: Wanna work one together? (I still have Oswald’s one… but more the merrier, right?)

Yep, I would love to!

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-- Sighs.

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The Nightray looked up from the table, the object that his brother had left, and recognized. That school still teach the same things, and ask for the same books. He still remembers when he was in high school and had to read the book in just three days, because he had forgotten it completely; never was an excellent student, as his parents wanted, but was not completely relaxed. He smiled, realizing that only Elliot's voice  remained in the room, no longer saw his silhouette anymore "When we're alone, I see no problem in calling you that. After all, you'll always be my little brother." Ah, Ernest had those hours where pampered him so that nobody else could, even if he felt a little silly for that.

"Should I first expect you to bring a towel for me to change? Or can I already change?" he looked at the water below him, unable to think right now. While Elliot was not there, looked around, the smell still invaded his lungs, in a nice way, of course. Even if knew nothing about flowers, was curious by them; logically not as much as Vanessa and Elliot, it was too feminine for his taste. He turned back, opening the storage cabinet and removing two new pieces of clothing.

"Will you have a test or something?" asked referring to the book, pointing to the same, still holding the clothes and now putting his coat on the counter.

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.” For a third time today Elliot wondered why did he have to take up reading Jane Eyre exactly. The list of books the teacher gave everyone was pretty long, and it had other interesting books- like The Great Gatsby or Fahrenheit 451. And yet the boy decided to read this novel, believing it would be good because of the time it was written in. Sure, the book had some good lessons, but he definitely couldn’t ‘dig’ certain characters. Like Mr Rochester, or Selfish Prick as he had dubbed the man in his head.

 Flipping the page, the Nightray wondered how long will he have to wait like this. Vanessa said Ernest promised to come around and help them. She herself had been busy with discussing the bad condition of red asters with the supplier, and Elliot was appointed to explain what their older brother had to do. Help is always good, especially when they were the only employers besides one another person who had left for a vacation in Italy.

 The soft tingling of the bell alarmed Elliot of the new visitor. He looked up from the novel he had been mostly holding instead of reading to be greeted with Ernest’s figure. The boy smiled, closing the book and putting it away, quickly standing up. “Hey, Ernest- how many times did I tell you not to call me that, it’s embarrassing!” he flared a bit, though it wasn’t that real anger he usually showed to everyone. Sighing, he looked at the little puddle that was already slowly collecting under his brother. 

“Wait a bit, I’ll get you one. You can go and get a cloth from the storage room- just try not to get water everywhere!” Elliot warned him, walking out of the shop room to the employer one. There had to be a towel somewhere, definitely.

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The day was perfect. There was nothing more to do in the afternoon and felt perfectly well - that is, if had anticipated that rain. Honestly, he had to watch more the day forecast before leave the house without an umbrella and face a storm. He could walk faster, trying to escape the drops, but only got more wet. At the end of the corner the rain was stopping, but his body was already soaked, his long blond hair clung to his skin, leaving the man slightly annoyed with that. Well, nothing much to worry about.

A soft floral scent invaded his lungs at opening the door. The store was not yet open, and by the view she was not there - but it wouldn't be right to be the first to arrive? Ernest took his coat, putting it on top of a bank, seeing his brother, who read something without much interest.

He sighed before making any noise, had promised to help that day, since he spent the whole week off. He had his own life, but was very tired when spend time away from someone in the family. So decided to help, even though knew nothing about flowers and really did not have much taste for it. He pushed the wires back, stepping forward "Elly," called him with a big smile on his face, as usual "there is any dry towel to dry me? Nessa wouldn't like if I watered the ground here even more."

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Chopin: Nocturne #19 In E Minor, Op. 72

By Idil Biret

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