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Wasn't all that close with our baby brother, but I didn't have anything against him. Didn't bother me that much when he left, but thinking on it now makes me wish I was older at the time so I could've done something to protect him.
I didn't know him all that well, but he liked pranking everyone. He left me alone though, mostly because I don't think he was interested in annoying his kid brother much. He also really liked helping Mama in the kitchen all the time. I actually picked up on a few cooking techniques from both of 'em. Good thing too... None of my bandmates from cornworld know how to prepare a saltwater fish...
I was never close with my dad. I was one of the youngest kids, so I always had to avoid him to keep from getting eaten. I don't hold it against him though now that he's gone. Mama's been through so much heartache without him I'd put up with all that all over again if it meant she'd be more happy.
Which one are you taking about again? Oh yeah. The one that was basically glued to Joy in the kitchen and never shut up. Joy would rarely let me in there after I tried to eat him a couple times. What? It's a kitchen, I get hungry, okay?
I tend to get on Lance's nerves a lot whenever he's home and I chat up a storm around him. He's a total workaholic. What's the point of coming home if you're just going to keep working? I used to think he thought I was a total pain in the ass. He probably still does, but apparently Lance gets really pissed off when people harpoon his younger brother. Would've preferred something a little less life threatening to get him to soften up though. :P
He's worse than Cornell and Tilia combined when it comes to not knowing when to shut up. He's been getting into more trouble than them combined recently too. Can barely get a moment's peace whenever I go home between him rambling nonstop and all the random hit men that have been finding their way onto the properly lately... And why the hell does he always get in the crossfire? He has nothing to do with me or the business. They better leave him the fuck alone.
I'm sure he gets tired of my yammering like most everyone else does, but he never says a word and never loses that smile of his. I'm surprised how much of what I tell him is committed to memory, because he never seems to forget anything I mention to him. Guess he thinks what I have to say is important.
Oh, what a chatty one my little brother is. He's a little bit aimless with his love life and tends to get into too much trouble for his own good, but he's a sweetheart. He and Shakuru have been doing wonderfully taking care of Mama in the hard times. And I didn't know until recently that he's been making most of the meals at home for the past few years. How about that? Can't even tell the difference between his and Mama's cooking.
My beautiful big sis, she's always there for all of us when we take a beating. She always tended to my little scrapes and such growing up, and now she's had to stitch me up twice: once after being harpooned and once after... uh, well... Let's just say you should check if someone's a black market organ collector before you sleep with her. Sorry sis, I still need to work on my judge of character.
One of my youngest brothers, he was always such a troublemaker growing up. I've had to patch him up plenty in the past, but he seems to have horrible luck and has been on my surgical table in critical condition twice already. Poor kid... He's such an unlucky sweetheart.
Not too many people can say they've got a lieutenant commander of the Marshal Guard as an older brother. Some say he's boring, but that's probably cuz they're not smart enough to appreciate his humor.
Just because a handful of us have prestigious positions or have high paying jobs doesn't mean I expect the same from you. I do such work so my younger siblings don't have to worry about working too hard if they don't want to. Just do whatever makes you happy, but you really should stop finding all the most troublesome women in the city to sleep with...
He's one of the handful of my siblings that doesn't seem to get tired of my chattiness. He always knows how to have fun, unlike some of the other sticks in the mud. :P
My only little brother who really knows how to have a chipper outlook on life. We seem to have pretty similar personalities in many aspects, but I certainly can't bake.
My older brother eats the weirdest things, but at least he's introduced me to a bunch of obscure exotic plants and animals that he eats on his island. I have no idea what the hell half these fruits are called, but you can bet your ass I can make a killer parfait with them now.
I thought it was a little weird that I only mentioned some of the stuff I eat to him during a usually nearly-one-sided conversation with him and afterwards "Mama" started making a bunch of meals including them. Can't fault him for his enthusiasm though.
Between me and Tilia, I'm genuinely curious how he can keep so cool when we're yammering up a storm around him. Surprised he hasn't gone deaf yet.
I think for all the times I choose not to speak he makes up for on his own tenfold. I don't know who's worse, him or Tilia. At least what he says isn't as painfully stupid.
You think you can beat me in a ramble off, big sis? I THINK NOT
I'd totally be able to if you didn't have a bigger vocab than me.
BROHAM BROSKI BROMEGA-SUPREME WHY YA ALWAYS GOTTA BE SO GRUMP WHEN I'M NOT SO GRUMP
Obviously your mute button suffered from a manufacturing error. My poor ears have to put up with your endless prattle everyday... and how fucking boring it gets when you go out and the house is too quiet.
Wow, Cyan's a lucky lady. Bailey's lucky too, because few can compare to our beautiful big sister.
And this is the other brother that shows up in the hospital more times than Cy would like... I thought I'd meet more of her family on more normal terms, but I can work with this I guess.
Maybe I'll scare him off if I get too nosy and obnoxious. I mean, no one likes obnoxious in-laws, right?
This is the brother Shakuru talks about the most, since he's always the one that answers the door and drowns me in questions. And I thought I was chatty.