“Took you long enough, Brat.” He said not paying attention. He waited for the door to be pulled open further to accommodate his chair and found, it was not his brother, but a red haired man in a disheveled suit. He instinctively his body went into an alert. “Who are you?”

he did not expect to be met with thin air and had to look down to spot the visitor, it was the brother, he sneered. "i am the plumber, i'm here to fix your baby brother's pipes"

His face dropped in a wide eyed look of shock before the trade mark Pyce growl came from his lips and he met the mans eyes with a glare and instant loathing. “Move asshole.”

he didn't budge. "or what? you'll run over my toes or punch me in the knee? pyce is busy, what do you want?"

The mans snark was not appreciated. “I will see my brother ” In a single motion he slid a dagger from the side of his wheelchair and lodged it near the mans head with in the door frame. He grew worried about his brother and wondered what he had gotten himself into. “I seldom miss twice, now movie.”

he did not show his surprise only his anger. "pyce is tired and is sleeping. come back some other time when i am in more of a mood to play with selfish widdle cripples." he felt like spitting on the man but contented himself with simply slamming the door and turning the lock. offering no more attention to the other pyce he trudged back to the bedroom to take back up his vigil

The mans audacity astounded him. It took him a while to fish though his things and find his brothers key. He opened the door expecting the angry man, but instead the man had gotten back into the bed and he was greeted by Agamemnon. After showing the dog some love he rolled over to the bed. He loathed the man, but his brothers contentment was more important. He had not seen him so restful in months. “Listen,” He said to the man he was sure he was still awake. “I hate you, and if you hurt my brother I will kill you.” It was as simple as that. He wheeled away, taking the dog with him for a morning walk.

he stiffened as he heard the bolt turn and the damnable older pyce come in. he was given no time as pyce snuggled back into his chest and so remained still where he lay. it took most of his will not to reply when the other threatened him and stole the dog but he was able and that was all that counted when all was said and done and the door closed once more. he thought very hard about changing pyce's locks

He could not get an appointment with the famous soothsayer until Saturday. Galvin was up bright and early despite his long previous night. His boss assured him he would never have to work again on a Saturday and he was elated but the man reeked of something suspicious. He knocked on the door to Cirros house.

he already had the tea and sweets ready when galvin knocked and letting the man in he led them both to the kitchen. the sunny yellow-and-white room would be soothing he was sure

It was strange seeing the bright room with out having a concussion. He stopped himself seeing the array of baked goods and could not help but ask. "Did you bleach that table?"

he was not sure what prompted the question but tried to remain cordial. "um, not recently, are you allergic? i take extra care when i clean so as not to leave chemicals on things," he paused, "it is bad for the spells"

"No, you fucked Leavu on that table." He said "I mean no offense but if thats your favorite spot, I am not sure I can have tea and cookies there. Though this room is oddly befitting for my question." He slouched into the door frame, not wanting to sit in the room. "Have you made Dinner for Leavu before?"

the man was too straight-forward and poorly misinformed as well. "no, that is not where we usually have sex, as far as i remember we have only been intimate here twice and neither time was on the table, has leavu been telling you this?"

"No, he hasn't told me anything, in fact he punches me if I mention you or the lady." He waved his hand still not wanting to sit. "However I tried to offer him dinner, he did not eat it, he said my dishes were dirty and my house was dark and depressing. I do not understand what that has to do with food. Why wouldn't he eat my dinner?"

he blinked stupidly at the barrage before understanding broke. "oh, no. leavu is not like you and i, he is like eva, they are upper-class. if it is not visually appealing they won't eat it, i scrub all day when i intend to feed leavu and i only serve him on clean matching plates. he is a very finicky eater"