"Please," despite his anger at his other brother, Slav still rolled his eyes at Gor's obvious lie. "You couldn't even tell me when you were in third grade that Tommy Shaw hadn't pushed you into the mud." Not that the Middlest Jones had really been able to do much about it, Tommy had been his age and a lot bigger than he had been. Still, the older of the two brothers had snuck Gor his dessert after Bianca had taken away his because he had been 'fighting.'
None of the four brothers could claim to be close, especially when they hardly spent any time with each other at all. Slav had still always thought that he could be the closest to the Littlest.
"Something happened, and c'mon man, I'd rather hear it from you than somebody else who was there and probably spreading it all over the ship by now." He figured this ship was kind of like High School in that regard. Closed environment, raging hormones, and a rampaging rumor mill that worked overtime.
He sent the youngest of them all a reproachful look, "Gor."