lucetilogs | New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

[Well, it was definitely his brother, there was no doubt about that. But what the heck was he supposed to be?]

What are you, a little elf?

I don't know. Perhaps. [He looks a little impatient.] You are aware that there is an experiment in effect, correct?

Apparently so. [He gestures toward Albert and leans back a little in his chair.] I feel just fine.

I wasn't asking how you felt. [Albert frowns as Caesar gestures to him, taking a few steps away from the front door and towards Caesar.] What is it?

I mean I don't think I'm affected. [He rolls his eyes a little. Jerk. Caesar watches his brother as he steps closer, and when he stops, he points at him.]

Nice ears.

[... ...Have another unimpressed look, little brother.]

Nice of you to notice.

I do try, brother. [He almost said 'little'. He makes another gesture.] What's in the bag?

My clothes. Or did you not notice my current attire, either? [Enough with the stupid questions, Caesar.]

It's hard not to. Your clothing is especially colorful today. [It's obvious from his attitude alone that his brother isn't pleased with all this. ...this doesn't stop Caesar, of course.] I thought you might have brought home some new toys.

Toys? [He frowns.]

I was just kidding. [Albert may not be amused, but at least Caesar amuses himself.] It could be worse, I suppose. You're not that different.

[At least, not as far as he could tell.]

Small favors. It could always be worse. [He steps back so he can open the door to the house, since clearly Caesar had no good reason to call him over.]

[Caesar picks up a piece of fruit and sticks it into his mouth. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he talks while he chews.]

Need help with anything?

No.

[He opens the door, walking inside and shutting the door without another word. Of course it was like Caesar to do this. He normally wasn't affected by experiments immediately, for that matter.

Albert heads to his room intending to drop of his clothes, but thinks better of it and heads to the laundry room instead. His clothes had gotten dirty and needed to be washed, so...

...

The washer and dryer look huge when he's this height. How is he going to get the soap?]

[Caesar snorts a little, but he lets him go. There wasn't anything particularly dangerous that he could get into in the house, right? So he'd be okay. Besides, he'd probably already taken more than enough hits to his pride for now. So he'll just finish his lunch up for now. And when he does, he'll go inside and put his dishes in the sink if Albert hasn't returned yet.]

[When Caesar heads into the kitchen, he might hear the washer finally starting. Albert had resourcefully headed into his room to get the stool, then climbed up to get the detergent and work the washer. It just took ... adjustments and some struggling and maybe a little more detergent getting on his shirt than he would have wanted. But his clothes are getting washed now, darn it. :|

He finally heads out into the hallway and towards the front of the house, dropping his journal into his backpack as he walks.

Hmm... What was he going to do now?]

[He could wash his dishes, but... nah, that's okay. He'll leave them for someone else (or do them later if no one else, you know, can). He does hear the washer go on, so once he finishes in the kitchen, he'll head over in that direction, stopping when he sees his brother along the way. His brother seems contemplative, so he asks—]

Everything all right?

[Albert looks up at Caesar's voice, maybe just a bit surprised he's already inside.

But since he asked a question...] I think I'm going to go for a walk.

A walk? [Caesar tilts his head. This seems like a good opportunity...] May I go with you?

[He blinks in slight confusion, heading for the door.] I suppose. Why?

No reason. [He just thinks it'd be nice to take a walk with his brother. Pleased with this answer, he follows after Albert.] I'll have to put my dog away, though.

[...he might be teasing him for what he said the other day.]

[Albert shrugs, either not catching the joke or ignoring it.] Hurry up. I want to go.

[He's impatient. To go on a walk. And then he's outside.]

[So impatient. Caesar doesn't say anything, though. He just shakes his head and follows his brother, making sure to shut and lock the door behind them.

Kogoro was still sitting on the porch until they returned. He wanders up to Albert and barks at him.]

[Albert startles out of his impatience when Kogoro barks at him, and he looks at the dog. What does he want?]

Your dog is barking at me, Caesar.

Are you scared? [...he really can't help teasing him. Either way, once the door is locked, he steps forward to pick Kogoro up. If Albert is so impatient, he doesn't have the time to hope that Kogoro will listen to him when he tells him to follow.] Let's go put him away.

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