Post by Luna on Nov 12, 2011 0:25:17 GMT -5
[Gabriel] "Mikey," I said softly, shaking his shoulder with one hand - which, of course, was never nearly enough to wake up my rock of a brother... not that he was boring when he was awake, but asleep, awaking him was a mere impossible feat. He made a very good impersonation of a rock. Or the dead - though we were that already, weren't we? Although we did grow... breathed, too. It was all too complicated for me.
"Mike," I said, and flicked him on the nose - hard. Nothing. Same for turning on the lights, and yanking the blankets from him.
Somehow, his persistence never ceased to amaze me.
"Yo," I said, snapping my fingers in front of my face. "Little brother. The house is on fire. Burning to a crisp. Right now." Not as if I really expected that to work. "Also, there are blueberry waffles."
His eyes flickered open at once. "Blueberry waffles?" he demanded, in a voice slurred with sleep.
I shook my head. "Unbelievable. Were you faking?"
"Faking what?" he asked, way too innocently - but too innocent, I realized, was just natural Mikey, because when I studied his eyes I knew he wasn't lying. I could always tell, with him. He was a terrible liar, even for a five-year-old.
I, on the other hand...
"I don't smell waffles," he announced.
"There aren't any." I smirked. "Get dressed," I added, and padded calmly down the stairs, running my hands through my tousled hair - which, of course, only made it twice as tousled.
"Mike," I said, and flicked him on the nose - hard. Nothing. Same for turning on the lights, and yanking the blankets from him.
Somehow, his persistence never ceased to amaze me.
"Yo," I said, snapping my fingers in front of my face. "Little brother. The house is on fire. Burning to a crisp. Right now." Not as if I really expected that to work. "Also, there are blueberry waffles."
His eyes flickered open at once. "Blueberry waffles?" he demanded, in a voice slurred with sleep.
I shook my head. "Unbelievable. Were you faking?"
"Faking what?" he asked, way too innocently - but too innocent, I realized, was just natural Mikey, because when I studied his eyes I knew he wasn't lying. I could always tell, with him. He was a terrible liar, even for a five-year-old.
I, on the other hand...
"I don't smell waffles," he announced.
"There aren't any." I smirked. "Get dressed," I added, and padded calmly down the stairs, running my hands through my tousled hair - which, of course, only made it twice as tousled.