[Even though time was in the beginning stages of being able to track, it was still not an exact science, which was something that irritated a certain brunette who usually adhered to a tight schedule. Other concepts he hadn't missed, like hunger and sleep but they hadn't remained absent either. If only there was some way to decide which functions made the cut and which didn't.
The loud thunk got his attention first, though he wasn't sure what had caused it. Looking for the source as he neared the treeline, he came to a dead stop when he saw the puffy yellow vest, striped shirt, and jeans that were all too familiar to him. Shock replacing his usual disinterest, he wasn't sure whether to trust his eyes or not. The figure raised itself to it's feet, and that's when he got a good glimpse of those facial features. There could be no mistake, unless this was yet again another trick of the void]
MOKUBA?!
[Mirroring his brother in this fashion, he also decided to risk it, increasing his pace to close the distance between them. He nearly broke into a run when he remembered the featherheads might take it as an invitation to stampede again. The last thing he wanted to do was endanger his younger brother. When he was close enough he halted giving the other visual inspection] Have you been- crying? [An activity he never engaged in, but he tried not to sound too judgmental. The observation immediately led to further concerns.] Did something happen?! Are you hurt?
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The loud thunk got his attention first, though he wasn't sure what had caused it. Looking for the source as he neared the treeline, he came to a dead stop when he saw the puffy yellow vest, striped shirt, and jeans that were all too familiar to him. Shock replacing his usual disinterest, he wasn't sure whether to trust his eyes or not. The figure raised itself to it's feet, and that's when he got a good glimpse of those facial features. There could be no mistake, unless this was yet again another trick of the void]
MOKUBA?!
[Mirroring his brother in this fashion, he also decided to risk it, increasing his pace to close the distance between them. He nearly broke into a run when he remembered the featherheads might take it as an invitation to stampede again. The last thing he wanted to do was endanger his younger brother. When he was close enough he halted giving the other visual inspection] Have you been- crying? [An activity he never engaged in, but he tried not to sound too judgmental. The observation immediately led to further concerns.] Did something happen?! Are you hurt?