The morning light filtered through the window, it's curtains pulled back to reveal the lush and healthy forest outside. Dancing across the floor, the light finally made its way to a middle aged man's face. He let out a deep groan, his hand coming up to drag down his face as he turned over and pulled the covers over his head. Sleeping was his main goal right now, the day could wait. Atleast, he was hoping for that. The door burst open as a child yelled at his father's sleeping form.
"Daddy! Wake up already! You thaid you would take uth to the thream today!" the young child sang, his lisp distinct against his young child voice. He ran over and climbed onto the bed, crawling over the fluffy covers to shake his dad's shoulder. This earned the little boy a light push to the shoulder and a low chuckle.
"Yes, yes. I did say that didn't I... Sollux you can stop shaking me I'm awake!" he laughed, his words slow and drawn out. He sat up on the high bed and looked over at the small boy, who couldn't have been more than 5 years old or so. "How about you go grab Mituna and then we'll go?" he asked, although it was more of a command as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and onto the ground.
"Ugh, do we have to bring him? He alwayth ruinth the fun..." the little boy named Sollux whined, crossing his arms and looking down. After a long silence from his father, he knew that he wasn't kidding about going to getting his bigger brother. He sighed and slid off the bed, heading back out the door to the bedroom he shared with said brother. His father stood up and headed into the bathroom to get ready.
Once in the room, Sollux already saw remenants of his brother being awake. The bed was messied, clothes were pulled out of there place in a failure to get his own clothes, and little coloring crayons had already been brought out and played with. But his brother wasn't in the room. Someone would probably see Sollux's bigger brother as being mean and a bully or something, but it wasn't that. Sollux let out another sigh and turned to go search in the family room, the room with the small television, a few video games and toys, and some pieces of furniture. The light danced around on the ground in this room too, as it did in all the rooms. A pretty sight, but to the small family, it was normal and almost boring now. One last place was on Sollux's list to check, and that would be the last one before he gave up and left him.
Sollux pushed open a heavy door near the back of the family room, leading into a sunroom with walls painted green and yellow, and a wall with large windows and another heavy door leading to the outside. It had a small table, a few pieces of random gidgets and junk that they had stored out there, and at one corner of the room a fortress of pillows and blankets. The sun shone warmly on the pile of blankets and pillows, and Sollux could see his brothers fluffy hair and hand poking out of it. He was coloring on the floor, and humming softly to himself. How he could see through the long dark curly locks of hair was unknown to Sollux, and also how his older brother could stand the disgustingly plain room. With another trademark sigh, Sollux stomped over to his brother and stared new addition of 'art' he was making on the glossy tile floor.
"Daddy doethn't like you drawing on the floor Mituna..." Sollux nagged. His brother, who was double his age, said nothing. "Daddy thayth that you have to come to the thream with uth." he added. Again, Mituna said nothing and kept his eyes down to the pink and green squiggle lines he was currently making. Sollux started to get impatient and swiped the crayons from the bigger boys grasp. "Daddy will leave you if you won't get up!" he yelled. Mituna looked up at him and tried to grab the crayons, but Sollux started to walk away before he could reach. Finally the older boy crawled out of his normal hiding place and spoke up.
"B-But Tholluxth! I don't wanna!" he whined, his lisp even worse than his little brother's. He finally got up and stumbled over to his little brother who had reached the door. "Give me my crayonth back now!" he shouted. Sollux ignored him and pushed open the door, not even waiting for him. Mituna caught the door weakly and followed him, key on getting his crayons back and returning to his 'castle'. Sollux made it to their room and shut it behind him, cleverly pushing the bed a little to block the door. Mituna tried to open it, but since he couldn't he quickly became confused and started to cry for his father. "Daddy! Tholluxth took my crayonth and won't give them back! He'th being a meany!" He yelled, seeming childish and running to his father's room.
His father was just walking out of the bathroom, ready for the day with his short cropped black hair barely brushed and his dual colored eyes shining. He tilted his head and looked over at Mituna. "What is it now?" he asked, knowing the situation already, although he didn't hear Mituna's accusation. "Mituna..." he sighed, "Sollux took your crayons didn't he?" Mituna nodded. "And you were drawing on the floor again right?" Mituna nodded again innocently. His father let out another sigh and walked over to Mituna, placing a hand on his shoulder and walking them out of the room. "You know you're not susposed to be drawing on the floor... Drawing on floors is bad, Mituna."
Mituna looked down and tried to lift his father's heavy hand off of his shoulder with a whine, stepping away a little but still walking with him. "Oh. I'm thorry..." he muttered. His father looked at him sadly and patted him on the back, knowing that it was useless trying to hug him, to comfort him like a father should be able to. Mituna didn't like to be touched, another thing on the list of things Mituna didn't like. People were another, and talking also, going on long trips, having things taken away from him, yelling - the list went on.
Sollux had already took down his barracade, cleaned up the room, and was sitting and eating his breakfast at the kitchen table. He looked like a smaller version of his father, his hair short and cropped and his eyes dual colored. Once he noticed them enter the kitchen and Mituna sit infront of him at the table, he let out a snort and started snicker as he saw his father sneaking up behind Mituna with a hair brush. This was going to be fun. He quickly picked up his bowl of cereal and dumped it into the sink and headed to the front porch. Mituna watched him and suddenly yelped as his hair was brushed out of his eyes. The brush caught on some of his tangles and made him yelp louder, his hands going up to try and smack the 'attacker', his father. His father continued to brush the boys hair, although when he was done he had earned some bruises to the arms, a broken glass of water that was tragically near the boy, and still a curly mass of dark hair. Though now Mituna's large dual colored eyes were shown and he quickly messed up his hair again with his hand. He looked exactly like he had before, making his father sigh.
After the two had got their breakfast and cleaned up a little, Mituna had long forgot most of what had happened that morning as they set off for the stream. He whined along the way, wanting to stay in his hiding spot, the sunroom, for the day. Like everyday. Finally they came to the soft trickling sound of the stream, the water crystal clear and sparkling. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small. The kids went to play around in the water, stripped down to their shorts. Their father say down on a large log and watched them with a smile, although in his eyes showed sadness and worry. Sollux soon left Mituna and started to chase crayfish down the stream. Mituna sploshed over to his dad and sat dripping on a round rock. For a while they sat in silence until Mituna actually spoke up. "Are you upthet at me for the floor?" He asked, looking over at his father and tilting his head.
His father blinked and chuckled, shaking his head. "No, Daddy just has a lot on his mind right now is all." He explained simply, which Mituna nodded to. Again they sat in silence, but Mituna could still tell he was upset at something. Mituna had trouble comprehending others emotions, but he could pick up on some that others would overlook because of there complex minds. Mituna wasn't complex, he was simple and didn't, he couldn't, overthink some things. His father was a master at hiding his emotions, but Mituna could always see through him.
As the sun began to set, they set back towards home. They had sandwiches while at the stream, and for dinner they ate leftovers from the night before. They all watched a little television, in which Mituna hid from the loud noise inside his bedroom. At bedtime, Sollux was led to bed, which Mituna was long asleep in. The little brother snuggled into him as their father tucked them both in. "Daddy, will you take uth to the thream again tomarow?" Sollux tiredly asked him. His father looked at him sadly and smiled, nodding slightly.
"Of course I will." he muttered. He soon stood up and left the room, turning off the light to their bedroom and the rest of the house.