"Yea, sounds good ta me. All I hear's dogs yappin' up here anyway." He didn't even turn, just keeping himself facing his brother. He didn't like this feeling, really. He was trying to stay cool about it, sipping at his coffee again. The atmosphere was really uncomfortable right now, like somebody had kicked them into a deep dark pool of water. His fingers tapped against the side of the can with a jittery unorganized rhythm.
He was more than ready to just launch a kick into Kilik's face, to be honest. Waiting, waiting.. he had to be patient. There must be a good reason, right? His diplomatic nature kept him on a leash, when it came to things like this. He'd just have to let this flow for the moment. Or so he kept telling himself, over and over.