Slav was off in his own little world again. Nikolai was used to watching him space out. It didn't matter. He knew where the middle brother would be now. Likely just reading his magazines, thinking about cars and ooing and aaahing at the pretty lights all around the world. Tsk.
He gave Ios a bit of a glare, swallowing before speaking, "Don't talk with food in your mouth. It's fucking disgusting." Well it really was. It was like watching someone puke while talking if that was possible. He frowned a little to himself but answered anyway, "I'll be at Tumbler Renegades' concert. I don't care about that pop-trash or that old fucking fart." Now they all knew where they would each be. Except Slav who was off in his own world. Well... Slav usually didn't have problems. Unless someone was messing with his name.