InFamous: Second Son,The Christmas Muffin, Delsin's P.O.V
I really miss Reg. But that's not all that surprising. I mean he was my brother after all. Now he's gone though, I'm starting to realise just how much of my spare time was used irritating my cop of a brother. Although he was strict and deadly serious when the time called for it, I'm starting to remeber times that he wasn't like that. Like, for instance, I remember an incident at a christmas party, involving a mischiveous Reggie, a chase across the long house, a great tackle and a blueberry muffin. Incase that isn't enough, this is exactly what happened:
We're all at a Christmas party. Great. Every one who is anyone is here. Well anyone that's Akomish, that is. It's pretty boring, leave it to Reggie to liven things up. I had noticed earlier the muffins on the table were mostly blueberry which was strange since this is a christmas party, and usually the Naoms- the couple who had been in charge of the catering- like to put ginger in christmas cakes and what not. This hadn't bothered me, until ofcourse my usually sensible brother had a strange idea.
"Delsin?" I turn and find my brother, holding up a muffin. I look at the muffin for a moment before concentrating on Reg. Big mistake. He had an unusual 'I know what I should do with this muffin that would annoy you' look pasted across his face and he was grinning from ear to ear.
"Reg..." I say warningly, raising my arms slightly, as if to tell him to stay put. "Wh-what are you doing with that muffin?"
"Oh," Reggie says, smugly," This muffin?" He begins to walk towards me slowly, his grin widening.
"Yes, that muffin." I reply, backing away from my srangely mooded brother. He looks at me pointedly and I stare at him, " Wait is that...?"
" A blueberry muffin?" Reggie finishes, people around us are starting to chuckle realising what the sheriff was doing.
"Blueberry is your favourite, right?" Reg says, sarcasticly, edging closer and closer to me. Before anyone can say or do anything else I find myself being chased across the christmasy long house by a muffin wielding Reggie. I feel myself being pushed to the ground and flipped over.
"Reggie. DON'T. YOU. DARE." I say sternly, but ofcourse my brother had a devious plan.
"So, you don't have to listen to me, but, I have to listen to you?" Reggie asks, his playful smile not wavering, not even once. What happened next... well.. let's just say I spent the rest of the day trying to get the taste of blueberries off of my tastebuds. While Reg spent the rest of his day grinning.
I grin remebering that strange christmas party. A memory that I used to hate Reggie bringing up at every get-together and day-out and now a memory I would give anything to hear him share once again, laughing through the whole thing.