[[Sometimes being a demon is neat. Sometimes its a bad day. Today was just… weird.]]
Matthew laid across the back of the living room couch, tossing a ball at the ceiling and catching it. Sam had the TV on to NCIS, and was doing aggressive crunches on the floor. Restless, he’d said.
It was an odd day. None of the day’s events had been out of the ordinary, but the whole of the day’s existence in time had felt like a crooked picture. All of the brothers had felt it, but not Mika for some reason. She was out with the girls while the brothers…
Matthew glanced down at Sam. He had a deep sneer on his face as he sprung down and up, so perfectly furious that he couldn’t simply work-out the odd away. It made something in Matthew’s mind click into place, and he caught his ball.
As Sam came up on a crunch, Matthew chucked the ball at Sam’s head and nailed him right on the brow. Sam shouted, more startled than in pain, and quickly rolled onto his front.
Matthew beamed and rolled back off the couch, or he tried to. The couch was flat against the wall. No quick escape from this.
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