05-08-2010, 03:23 PM
After feeding Hewie a few more crackers, Lost stood, following Isis' actions. He sat just beside her, ignoring an awkwardness of the fact that his leg touched hers. Even his arm was resting against the girl's, for he sat too close for there not to be contact. Watching Life with a deadly expression over the rim of his mug, the dark-skinned doll fought to keep himself still. He succeeded all too well.
His white gaze lingering on Lost and Isis, Life shrugged, and moved to sit across from them. "Sure. Living beings." He shook his head, setting his tea down for a bit while it cooled. "Next you're going to tell me that dolls were always meant to live." Wrinkling his nose, Life leaned back in his chair after turning it away from the table, his ankles crossed out in front of him. Glancing to the side where the others were, the pale man sighed quietly. "Let me tell you, not all of them were."
Lost full on glared at Life then, slowly setting down his drink. The two brothers were the perfect picture of serenity and chaos - though despite Life's calm appearance, he most certainly played the part of war. He had his cards, and he wasn't afraid to lay them down. Lost on the other hand was trying to ignore his brother's antics . . . and failing. They would be lucky if things could be kept within civil boundaries.
Taking his mug in his hands, Life sipped at the dark liquid, ignoring the simmering gaze of his brother. "Happiness wasn't meant for everyone," he muttered, his white eyes moving toward the doorway.
Lost picked up his mug in agonizing sluggishness, a long drawn out movement that took many seconds. Closing his black eyes, the doll took a few deep breaths before leaning against Isis a bit as though to remember why he was there. I'm not here to fight. But the words never made it to his lips. Instead, silence fell as the trio sipped at their steaming drinks.
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