[Possible future] I don't want to be alone

That response made Luka roll his eyes.

"You're never going to get laid with that attitude, if you can't even get yourself to care about you then how is anyone else meant to?"

Today was going to be harder than he originally imagined, still, he wasn't giving up yet, perhaps he could slowly get Cina to care, that or he could steal the man's glasses in his sleep and tell Moe that he heard Cina saying he liked a certain style but was too afraid to ask for them.

"Caring about me and caring about how I look are two completely different things, brother mine."

Cina spun on his heel so he was walking backwards and reached up to brush all his frizzy hair out of his face, pushing it back so his entire face was on show for the first time in years. A face he knew was attractive under the glasses and freckles.

"I want someone to want me for me, not my face."

Luka smiled as Cinaed spun around and pushed his hair out of his face, reaching over and gently pulling off his brother's glasses.

"See you're so fucking cute like this."

He placed the glasses back before Cina ended up falling over or getting dizzy.

"I know that, but you hide away and prevent people from getting to know you. It's not like I want you to change who you are, but come on, brushing your hair wouldn't kill you."

Cina arched a brow. "Do I have to start locking the bathroom door when I go for a shower and bend down for the soap, Luka? You've commented on my looks more times than I'm comfortable with in the past two days."

His lips curled up into a crooked grin, telling his brother that he was only teasing.

"You don't know, it might. You can't even say from experience. When was the last time you brushed your hair?" Luka's hair was short enough to not need brushing. His was touching his jaw when it wasn't curled in a mass around his head. Long enough to definitely need brushing.

Cina stuck his tongue out. "I'll let you sort my hair, but you're not touching my glasses or my clothes."

Luka glared at his brother with a huff, you try to be nice and get accused of incest, great.

"My hair is designed not to be brushed, if yours was short you wouldn't need to brush it either."

Having long curls meant that they needed maintenance.

"Deal."

At least he could fix one thing.

"You ever seen a ginger guy with short hair?" Cina shook his head. He'd been growing out his hair for as long as he'd had it. Long ginger hair looked a shit-load better than short ginger hair.

Cina grinned and pounced forwards, running his fingers through Luka's hair and tugging the short strands, managing to pull a handful out, before darting off through the forest towards the city.

"Gotta catch me to do my hair, though!"

A growl sounded as his hair was tugged and strands were pulled out.

Luka bounded forward after his brother.

It wouldn't take long to catch him, the bookworm verses the athletic one, it was no contest between them with who was fastest.

"You're slow Cina!"

Cina zigzagged between the trees, low to the ground. He went in circles, jumping over his own trail. The trees were thick enough that Luka wouldn't be able to see him too well through them.

"Slow but smart, brother!" There was laughter in his voice.

He knew he was going to get caught sooner or later. He was just going to enjoy the chase while it was going.

Luka let out another growl, he was quickly finding out that Cinaed was screwing with him as he ran around a tree twice trying to follow his scent.

"Fuck sake."

He grumbled before catching a newer scent and chasing that instead.

Since Cina was focused on making the path hard he hadn't made much ground.

It wasn't long until he could see the man jumping about ahead of him.

Cina snickered softly as he heard his brother curse.

"Mom'll wash your mouth out with soap!" he called back as he began flat-out running. He could see the edge of the trees. Luka couldn't get the jump on him out in the open where humans could see.

He ran fast, or at least as fast as a pudgy Werewolf could run, trying to reach the safe zone before his brother caught him.

So such luck.

Luka was a good short distance sprinter, more so than a long distance runner, he was lean and built for quick bursts of speed.

"Got you brother."

He laughed as he got to Cinaed just before the edge of the trees, tackling him before he could get into the open.

"Shit," Cina cursed as his brother caught his back, sending him sprawling across the forest floor.

He pushed Luka off him, giving him a good thump on the back as he did so. "Aww, come on. These were clean."

His khakis were streaked in dirt. He even had leaves in his hair, too.

The boy pouted. "Now we're going to have to go buy something." He wasn't going to run al the way back to the house. It would be easier to buy something in town.

Luka just burst into a fit of laughter, well this couldn't have gone any better.

His dark jeans and shirt were barely dirty and Cina's light khakis were filthy.

"I'll buy you some new jeans, cry baby."

He replied, that was on the prevision that he got to pick them out, no way in hell he was walking out with more god damned khakis.

"I can do my own clothes shopping."

He'd probably get unlucky and Luka would want to play dress up. He didn't know how comfortable he'd be in Luka's fashion. He hadn't worn a t-shirt and jeans since he was about fourteen.

"You cna just carry the bags."

Cinaed began combing through his hair, picking out twigs and leaves. "Help me with this."

"You're no fun."

He had already been plotting things in his mind and now that was ruined.

Still, he had been allowed to fix the hair at least.

"Come here."

He shuffled forward a little and started picking all the twigs and leaves out of Cina's hair before smoothing it would, forcing the wild curls out of his face and back behind his ears.

Even just racking his fingers through the tangled mess was making it look worlds better.

Cina sat obediently still as Luka picked at his hair and tried to style it.

He sighed softly. "I suppose it does need a cut." He knew it needed a good cut. He hadn't cut it in well over a year. "If I'm going to buy clothes, might as well cut it while we're at it."

His eyes narrowed at his brother. "I dare you to pick a stupid style."

He was trusting his brother to pick out a good hairstyle for him.

"Cina, I'm trying to get you laid, not ruin the already small chance you have."

He wasn't going to purposely fuck up his brother's hair, plus, if he did, he knew he would be facing Cina's wrath.

"Come on, lets get into town and clean up."

He grumbled, pushing himself to his feet before offering him a hand up.

"Better not or I'll take the clippers to your hair tonight."

As he hoisted himself up with his brother's hand, he ruffled his brothers dark hair, making a buzzing sound with a grin.

"You'd look good with a buzz cut."

He wasn't suicidal enough to mess with Luka's hair.

"Mess with my hair and I'll be taking revenge on all your books."

Luka was proud of his hair and anyone crazy enough to try and mess with it was going to see just how sadistic he could be.

He gave his brother a playful nudge before padding through the treeline and out into the city.

"You dare. I'm not afraid to go cry to mom."

It was low to go to mommy for help, but if anyone had seen their mother, they'd know that you wanted her on your side. Why not used her if you had her on your side?

Cina patted down the ass of his khakis, trying to dislodge some of the dirt streaking the pale material.

"Clothes first."

"That's low, coward."

Mum was a deal breaker, if she got involved he was rolling over and giving up as fast as possible.

"Good choice."

Cina looked like he hadn't made it to the toilet in time.

"Coward's my middle name."

Cinaedds first choice for clothing was a charity shop. Stores like this had clothes for cheap enough.

He began searching through the racks of slacks, looking for a pair his size.

Cina wasn't too fussed with the things he was buying being brand new or having been worn a million times.

Being exactly opposite Luka liked buying new clothes, not only expensive brands but something that was more his style and fitted him properly instead of having him down in fabric.

"These are all shit Cina."

Being fair skinned all these colours didn't do anything for his complexion and the ever vain Luka was being irked by it.

"At least try on a pair of fitted jeans or something..."

His brother dressed like and old man.

"If it'll shut you up, I'll get one pair."

He held up his hand to get his brothers attention. "But I'm not wearing a tee. Button downs or nothing."

And no one really wanted to see his round belly. It wasnt the prettiest of sights.

Luka gave an irritated pout and glared at the hand held in front of him.

Stupid button downs.

Still this was a start at least.

"I'll be right back, don't get anything....ugly."

He added before scampering off down a different isle.