"Sure as shit ain't not Kilimanjaro," Paxton said with a grin, whose foul language always cropped up when he was in close proximity to his brother. While Davian could always fold himself up to fit in the smallest space possible, Paxton had no problem stretching himself out. Paxton took up space in the world.
"Nice hoodie," Paxton shot back. He gave his little brother a handful of chocolate chip cookies and some sweets - red vines and winegums - before crossing his legs and settling into his chair. "What did you think of that last village? The ones with the weres and like?"