Blood Brothers, reunite!
Darius sighted ever so heavily as he rested his hand against his hand. Watching the pendulum in front of him in swinging left to right. The only sound in his office was the ticking of the grandfather clock at the wall.
That darn ticking.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. A constant echoing in his office at the institute. There just was nothing to do lately and this felt like dead time to him, he could’ve raided cities, he could’ve shed real blood on the fields of glory!
That damn ticking!
Darius grabbed the pendulum and rocketed it straight into the grandfather clock. Smashing the glass and destroying the cogs inside.
” Oh God this is so BORING ! ” Darius shouts as he slams his hands into the table. Making pens and paper rustle or fall to the floor.
Suddenly the door got kicked in. A familiar voice was making presence.
” He-hey! Draven’s making an entrance ! ” Draven said as he stomped in, flexing his muscles and wearing his famous teeth wide grin.
” Brother ? ” Darius looked at his sibling as he rose up from his seat, his furrow eyebrows still showing his extra grumpy mood.
” Of course! Who else would visit you by their free will? Ahaha, jokes aside. What’s… Hanging in here? “
Darius sighted and shrugged. ” Nothing, brother. Nothing at all. ”
Draven looked up to his brother, still smiling but inside he was worried about his big bro. He laid an arm around him and punched Darius on the arm lightly.
” Come on now bro, you can’t end up rotting in here! It smells dead already as it is! You gotta do stuff man, who knows how many days you have left before dying of old age? ”
” I’m in perfect shape. ” Darius replied defensively.
” Aren’t we all? But mostly, aren’t I ? ” Draven retorted. He then looked around and picked up some pens, starting to juggle with them as he continued to speak.
” You know we don’t hang out that often anymore like we used to. You with your military stuff all day is leaving your lil bro all alone on the scene! ” He threw one of the four pen towards the grandfather clock, hitting spot on the twelve between the one and the two.
” Not Draven loves having the spotlight. ” He continues, launching another pen to hit perfectly on the three.
” But a sidekick every once and then doesn’t hurt for the extra flavooour ! ” He throws both the two last pens at the same time, hitting the middle of the circle of the six and the same on the nine on the clock.
Darius looked sceptical at Draven. ” What are you suggesting, exactly? ”
” Come on man! We’re the Blood Brothers remember!? Draven and Darius, Darius and… Draaaaven! When was the last time some beat down tavern had a chance to see some of us eh? “
Intrigued by what Draven was hinting at, Darius rubbed his chin and was getting a flare of interest in his eyes. ” Go on. ”
Draven claps his hands excitedly and then wings them out.
” Imagine this! We go find some tavern. “
” Uh huh. “
” Get some booze. “
” Right. “
” Start a brawl. ”
” Yeah. ”
” Then we grab some wenches and lay waste with them after the fight !
Whattya say old man? It will be like the good old times when we were just some twenty-nobodies! “
Darius thought for a second. On one hand, he had to stay in the office during said hours for incoming questions directed to him. On the other, he could have some quality time with his brother. And it’s not like the office have been hectic as of late.
” Fine, let us find a tavern to smash…. ” A menacing look took over Darius’ face.
” in The Blood Brothers way. “
Draven was thrilled enough hearing that Darius wanted to hang with him once again, doing a somersault and landing on his axes that he fold out during said somersault and walked out on them, upside down his body was as he used the axes as legs. Darius could only but chuckly at his energetic brothers way of doing things as he walked next to him, out of the Institute and into a local tavern.