These dorks.
"It's finally over."Vendetta pulled the last pink streamer triumphantly from the wall, listening with satisfaction as the tape peeled crisply off. From the ladder he was on, he grinned and balled the streamer up into a tight ball, then pretended to shoot it like a basketball towards the trashcan. It missed and landed at his father's feet instead.
"How can you be opposed to Kalonintine's Day if you won't even tell me what the problem is?" Xyris said, bending over to pick up the crumpled streamer. "Daaaaad," Vendetta whined. "We've been over this."
"You're bitter because Quinn won't date you?" Xyris said, raising an eyebrow.
Vedetta's face under his fur started burning. "No!"
Xyris smirked, the same mischievous half-smile that Vendetta had so greatly mastered. "Sure."
Vendetta huffed and turned down, stepping down from the ladder. "Well", he muttered, "at least I'm not as salty over my loneliness as Uriah."
"Now, now," Xyris said, a sharpness to his tone. "Don't you dare bring your brother into this situation."
"Whatever," Vendetta scoffed, folding the ladder and positioning it in his arms. "At least the horrid day is finally over."
With that, he stormed off to return the ladder to its resting place, cutting his conversation with his father short. Xyris shook his head.
"You won't hate it forever, Ven," he called, watching his angry son return and put in his earbuds grumpily, slumping onto the couch. Xyris tied off the garbage bag filled with discarded decorations from their Kalonintine's Day party yesterday and heaved it over his shoulder. He couldn't tell if his son had heard him, although it didn't matter to him.
"I can almost guarantee."
