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[this is the single most sloppy filter in the history of mankind, attempted toward the 'Tower superiors'. and yet it's fail knows no bounds... and thus, it's visible to everyone in the Tower at large.]

this is enoguh. twe've been in this tower for how long?? this' fso bullshit and tis' not tehe way it should be

i dont care if it takes forvevr, i am going to wait outsidethe elevtorr until i see you. and when i seesdsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss [sorry, sorry-- he got distracted and leaned an elbow on the keyboard--] ffhh34555555555 |

[...uh. 35 minutes later:]

mn like it?? you thinik im just gona [well, he came BACK with the intention of TOTALLY TELLING YOU OFF... but nope, distracted again.]

[......62 minutes later; sounding slightly or more than slightly slurred and groggy:]

...Jus'... give me Lilith, 'n I won't... [a hesitation. won't what? kill them? he would, and he knows it, even if he's more than a little tanked. he wonders if they would even believe him if he lied, but he'd almost be willing to promise anything at this point... the taste of freedom and hope -- that they could get out of here and run, just RUN and never have to go back to the colony--]

I'll-- do whatever you want, jus'...

[...a few beats of silence. then, the sound of one of his trusty bottles from home tipping, spilling pungent contents-- a muffled profanity... and the feed ends. oops. he is going to be so pissed about this later. ...the entry, not the spilled booze. though he might be pissed about that too.]

[ooc: open for everyone slkdjfs idek... someone wants his not!girlfriend okay. he's currently making a mess of things in the halls outside the dorms on his way up, so catch him there if you want.]

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[Cain had been listening from where he was working in the library, smiling to himself at the all-too familiar sounds of his brother getting intoxicated. At least there was no bar here he could go and start a fight in... besides, Cain planned to be back before Abel could get violent with anyone.

That smile was wiped clean away by his quiet promises to do anything they wanted if they would give him Lilith, ugly jealousy rearing its head with an abruptness the stole his breath away. Forced down again at once, disgusted with himself and his own reactions... she was family and he loved her dearly, so why was he so jealous when Abel called for her?

Because he was supposed to belong to Cain...

No. No, he wouldn't even let himself think that thought through to the end; it was despicable, what kind of monster did that make him? If Abel knew the thoughts lurking beneath, perhaps it would serve to drive him even further from Cain. Besides, he had no right feeling jealous of Lilith, the two of them were family and should work together.

Feeling unsettled and wrong-footed, wishing he hadn't heard that last bit at all. He walked back to the room and pasted familiar smile on his face, coming up behind the drunken sot and gently running fingers through silver hair.]

What am I going to do with you, hm?

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[seated on the edge of his bed, Abel lifts his head a fraction to look from where he'd been sulkily watching the woeful puddle of liquor pool at his feet as if it were some kind of ~deep, philosophical expression of his soul~ -- that, or he was just out of it and caught staring at something shiny.

realizing it was his brother behind him, he relaxed easily enough, eyes tilting back down to the floor, all lazily slouched and looking thoroughly miserable. HIS WOMAN, CAIN. HIS WOMAN. let's ignore the fact he can't muster balls enough to so much as converse about his feelings, or that he's convinced himself she wouldn't reciprocate if he did. NONE OF THAT MATTERS!!!1

he swats that hand away half-heartedly.]

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[Abel really was a moron, he could never express his affections to anyone right in front of him. Cain knows, whatever the niggle of jealousy might say, that if it were Lilith here and he back on the colony, that Abel would be just as drunk and mopey for his absence.

Sitting beside him on the bed, he wrapped an arm around Abel's shoulders and pulled him in close.]

Don't look like that.

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[Cain has no idea, does he? if it were Cain who had been left behind and Lilith by his side, there would've been no pacifying him... he would've been murderous from the beginning. she could soothe his soul, but it was only the equilibrium that Cain provided that made it effective at all. what is he without his other half...?

he tries to nudge at him again, but it's so weak a gesture it's pretty obvious it's just for the sake of his pride.]

Not looking like anything. [mumble... yes, we are five today.]

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You look like I just gave you salt instead of sugar.

[Hn. It hurts his heart to see Abel like this, perhaps more so because of the reason. It makes the arm around him a little more possessive, a little tighter, as though to imprint himself subtly on his twin.]

Do I need to tell you a joke?

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I don't... have any salt. [...lmao what okay he dwells on the important parts... obviously...

and he just kinda slumps his head against his twin's shoulder despite his protests. mostly because he didn't realize he was doing it, a sleepy and foggy-brained desire that inhibitions couldn't kill at present.]

...no jokes. [EW BRO your jokes would make him cry out of the sheer agony of having to endure them instead of laugh, ok.]

What're you... doing here, I thought you were busy.

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You know I'm never too busy for you, idiot.

[Tilting his cheek to rest in silver hair, he pressed a light kiss to the top of his brother's head. Perhaps it was just a drunken stupor on his brother's part, but he had learned a long time ago to soak up any affection wherever it came.]

Are you sure? I have a brilliant one about a nun.

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Don' need you here...

[/tsundere forever... it's not like he's leaning on you and mumbling like a little kid or anything, geez. he lifts a hand to his face, rubbing groggily. jesus, this sucks, he hates this fucking tower. it's so boring when it's not chaos... he is tired of waiting out in front of those stupid elevators to no avail and no one ever answering his demands to speak to someone in authority...]

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What's black, white and red?

[He isn't really expecting Abel to answer, but then it probably doesn't matter what he says right now as his brother is just that sloshed.]

A nun falling down the stairs!

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[this is a long... long pause......

before Abel exhales a LONG-SUFFERING sigh and leans away toward the trunk at the end of the bed.]

M'not... nearly drunk enough for this.

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Hey! That one was really good.

[He gives an aggrieved sigh, shaking his head sadly.]

It's such a shame you were born without a sense of humour.

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Come'n drink with me.

[he doesn't want to drink alone anymore, which should say a lot as he leans over the end of the bed and rummages through the trunk carelessly. let's see, let's see... what to drown their livers in next...]

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[Cain very rarely drank, he was the 'good boy' of the two of them, and he knew the scientists didn't look kindly on their property putting toxins into themselves. But he accepts whatever bottle Abel holds out to him, uncapping it and sniffing experimentally.]

Is this paint thinner?

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...Prob'bly... not.

I think... [really, he lost his ability to much taste what was going down a while ago, Cain, so drink at your own hazard. he has two little shot glasses, too -- though he hasn't been using his, as is rather clear from it's shiny state.]

Here.

1/2

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[This was probably a really bad idea, but it was unlikely he would drink enough to get drunk before Abel passed out, and so he poured them both a shot into the glasses.]

Cheers. To... to the most amazing brother in the world~

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...Me!

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[Abel looks dumbly at the shot glass, and then his brother a little... unfocusedly, before just. sighing.

why is he related to this.

...down she goes... and he almost tips when he tilts his head back, jutting a hand awkwardly to regain his balance. DAMNIT WORLD DON'T MOVE WHEN HE'S DRINKING THAT'S A DICK MOVE.]

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[Yeaaaaah, he'll barely be tipsy by the time Abel is passed out cold and drooling, will he?

He tips back his own shot and gasps at the burn as it goes down, eyes watering. Holy moly!]

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[pff. this, Abel finds amusing... looking at his twin with a slightly lopsided little grin.]

...Come on. That's nothing.

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I think it's poison, you just poisoned me...

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[flskdjfsdf-- HAHA, aww, brother... that face...

he reaches out and pats his head. there there.]

S'not... poison, stupid... It's fine. You're fine.

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[He continues making puppy faces at his brother, rubbing a hand over his face as though he were completely disoriented.]

N... No, it's... poison.

[Might be trolling, who can tell?]

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[err... well, it's working, because his smile is starting to dissolve into suspicion himself.

and then he's peering with one-eye squinted shut into his now empty shot glass.]

N... no. It's not... poison, Cain. I drank a lot've... there's--

[QUIT IT OKAY. he gestures to the end of the bed OH GOD IS HE GOING TO DIE]

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[It serves his brother right for drinking so much like an idiot, when that made him vulnerable in potential enemy territory.

Cain is flopping on his back now, doing some dramatic and highly unbelievable death throes.]

A...bel... Abel, come closer...

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--Cain, hey--

[SOB WHY ARE YOU SO C... CRUEL he's buying it all, leaning over him and looking worried as fuck.] H... hey, just-- hold on! I'll get someone from the clinic 'n--

[yeah he's crawling off the bed and almost clumsily faceplanting into the wall, before just clamoring for the door]