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Murphy MacManus (aequitastwin) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-06-03 18:45:00

Entry tags:

connor macmanus, murphy macmanus

Who: Murphy & Connor MacManus
Where: The lobby to start, and then parts unknown
When: Yesterday! Aka: Jan 2nd
Warnings: Probably some swearing.

Murphy's mind was in a whirl, it was too much to process all at once, he'd even gone back to the informational page that he'd been given two or three times while conversing with his brother, but even breaking it down it was still a lot to take in. And then there was the prospect that somehow Connor had jumped ahead eight years, and that prospect was unsettling at best, they were twins, arguing over who was older was just what they did it was unfair for someone to go and clear that up without so much as a how d'you do.

He smoked as he walked, glad that he'd had a half pack in his coat pocket, needing something to keep himself occupied aside from trying not to look suspicious with a bag full of heavy artillery slung over his shoulder. He had to believe that no one would know what it was, after all, it might just as easily have been sports equipment. It didn't take him long to find the place, he'd gotten good directions and he was still full of nervous energy, which made him walk a little faster than usual.

He hesitated a few long moments on the front steps, finishing off his cigarette and flicking the butt end of it off into a sludgy puddle before trudging up the stairs and easing the front door open, not entirely sure what to expect, really as he slipped through, having fallen into that almost-silent movement that seemed to creep over him the same as that sense of purpose did.

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weneedrope
2010-06-15 05:31 pm UTC (link)

Connor stopped a few feet back, wondering how best to attack the obstacle that stood between him and pelting his brother with the snowball. He took a step back and then moved sideways, as much as the wall would let him.

He snorted dismissively. "Right," he replied as he hesitated, waiting for some kind of answering attack to follow the truce offer. How often did those honestly happen between them anyway? Only when something else intervened, like the bottom of an air shaft giving way and landing them right in the middle of Russian mafia.

Deciding to take the shot, Connor quickly moved to the side and threw the snowball sideways.

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aequitastwin
2010-06-15 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Murphy laughed once more, keeping low and slinging his own snowball almost as soon as Connor appeared, deciding on counterattack instead of dodge, squalling again, wholly amused even still, as Connor's snowball hit him in the shoulder, sending cold spray up into his face, he wiped it away with an arm, shaking his head, "Alright, now I'm really out."

He hauled himself upright then, careful of the icy patch, "And I'm starting to lose feeling in my fingers, kind of need those y'know?" He was fully expecting another volley, after all, he'd do the same thing if their positions were reversed, nothing better than an unarmed target.

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weneedrope
2010-06-15 09:44 pm UTC (link)

He turned as the snowball came flying towards him, taking the snowball in the side. "You don't say." While it would have been the perfect opportunity to hit his brother again, Connor's own fingers were starting to numb out. He wiped his hands off on his pants and stuck them in his pockets, hunching his shoulders.

Now that the war had ended, he could feel the slight throb in his injured shoulder but it had been worth it. He still owed Murphy a trip into a snowbank for the three snowballs he'd lobbed at him at a time.

Feeling a wet trickle down the side of his face, he used the sleeve of his coat again to wipe it away and then ran a hand through his hair, knocking out the snow that had ended up there from the exploding snowball over his head. "I think we can call it a draw this time."

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aequitastwin
2010-06-15 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Murphy nodded, still smiling crookedly, and much more relaxed now than he had been before, it was a tension that he hadn't really realized he'd been holding, a sort of unease that this wasn't really Connor. The snowball fight had evaporated that concern however, even if it wasn't the same Connor who's back he'd been watching through the front door it was somehow, inexplicably, still his Connor.

He bumped his brother's shoulder with his own, already having jammed his hands in his own pockets, "Sounds fair." Mostly because that was how nine out of ten of their spats ended, they'd known each other too long and knew each other too well for them to end any other way, except in extreme circumstances, "You're the one who's been here, what's good to eat around here?" Since that had been what they were planning in the first place, they'd just gotten sidetracked as they tended to do.

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