Post VIII {Already Posted}

At first, Cobra hadn’t noticed that Tarantula had entered the room. But his brother’s scent was one that Cobra knew well, and he quickly looked up as he caught a whiff of it.

Tarantula’s words made Cobra blush, and he looked down to hide the grin and the elation in his eyes that his brother was actually speaking to him! Sometimes, to punish him, Tarantula wouldn’t speak to Cobra for days, or even weeks. Cobra hated when he did it, feeling as if he might die if his brother didn’t speak to him soon. It seemed as if he didn’t have to deal with it this time around.

Shutting the game off, Cobra stood. “N-nothing. I mean, nothing important.” When his eyes lifted to meet his brother’s, there was shame in them. “I’m sorry I was late.”

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