Incessant beeping- honestly, he'd rather describe it as screeching, even if that wasn't exactly what it was. It was a sound meant to pull him from sleep entirely too early.

If Alistair wasn't aware that he needed to make sure Arthur was up and off for school he wouldn't have even gotten up.

As it were, the red head groaned, turned off the alarm- or he thought he did, green eyes narrowing at the display before propping himself up to examine the clock. Why had Arthur decided getting him a new one was a good idea. Alistair huffed, finally turned the alarm off before getting himself to a seated position, disentangling his legs from the sheets pooled around his lower half.

He stood, scratched his head as he padded out to find the kitchen. From what he could tell from the silence, Arthur wasn't awake yet. It should happen soon. If not, he would have to go wake him. That should be fun.

Alistair made a face, scanned the kitchen before moving toward the coffee maker- of course, his brother preferred tea and in all honesty, he usually did as well. With the hour, however, at least a cup of coffee was required. Especially if he was to be dealing with rude customers at the shop. Really, it was never his fault the parts for repair tended to run high. Most vehicles- whether made for travel between planets or merely to get around Usainor- required parts with delicate structure, engine pieces made just so that the entire heap of metal would actually fly.

He huffed, shook his head before taking note of quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. The red head turned, raised a brow at Arthur, still clad in pajamas- not like he himself had not dressed for the day yet. "Sleep well?" A grunt was received in response, the blond plopping into a seat at their small table. Alistair gave an amused sound, ran a hand through his hair before moving to get down a pair of cups- one for coffee, one for juice. Or milk, or whatever Arthur wanted this morning. "Aye, gettin' up early isn't fun. A sad necessity." The cups were placed down on the counter, green eyes scanning the room again while he tried to figure out something for food.

"Just fix some eggs and toast." It was a barely heard mumble, Alistair raising a brow before looking back at the other.

"You sure?" A nod, the younger letting out a yawn before folding his arms over the table, placing his head on them. The ghost of a smile played across Alistair's features, watching his brother express the fact that he was tired before the red head poured a glass of juice for him. "From that... Colorful vendor 'round the corner. Not sure what's in it, but it's definitely not just oranges." It was also at that point he realized he didn't get the eggs out, retrieving them as he put the juice away.

A pan was procured from one of the cabinets, though Alistair paused when Arthur spoke again, furrowed his brow before glancing back. "What?" An irritated exhale of breath accompanied by the sound of the glass being put back on the table.

"Strawberry." The red head gave a nod, humming before returning to his task of frying some eggs.

"Interestin'." Really, he wasn't concerned. It was likely Arthur knew that as well.

It wasn't long before the room smelled of eggs and coffee, Arthur having long since gotten distracted watching the way his brother's birthmarks moved as he did- some having delicate, looping lines, and others thicker, sharper. He was almost disappointed he didn't have any. Apparently that was a possibility when one parent wasn't Caletonyic, according to both Alistair and everything Arthur had read on the subject. Alistair never answered whether or not it actually hurt to tap into the strength those marks apparently signified. He needed that information for important research. Most articles were outdated by now and definitely needed to be rewritten. Who better to ask than one who was actually from Caleton?

The blond was pulled from his thoughts when a plate was set in front of him, taking note of the grin on the elders face. "Shut it." He huffed, picked up his fork to poke at his food.

"I didn't say anythin'." There soon was jam placed on the table, a sigh from Alistair as he settled into the other seat. "Doin' anythin' after classes today?" The question was almost muffled by egg, Arthur raising a brow at the other. Here was the one who reminded him throughout childhood not to talk with his mouth full talking with his mouth full. Jeez. Still, the blond gave a shrug, lowered his gaze to his plate.

"I don't know yet. Probably not, considering actually studying and doing the work is important." There was a grunt from the other, the sound of a hot beverage being carefully sipped.

"You could still make some friends, lad. Not everythin' is about studies." Arthur raised his gaze toward his brother.

"Like you have made friends?" Annoyance settled on the elders face, chewing slowed before a fork was pointed at him.

"I'm actually busy tryin' to keep things paid so you don't have to worry about it." Arthur scoffed, raised his glass for a drink.

"Like that's any better." A growl was recieved in response, Alistair not bothering with a response, opting to finish his food.

"Finish your food. Still need to get dressed and headed out." Of course he wouldn't talk about it.

Alistair squinted at his phone when it rang, pausing outside his room to check the ID. Erzsébet. He sighed, put the phone to his ear before continuing toward the living room. "Aye?" Like he didn't already know it was something 'work' related.

"We have a new commission." He grunted, switched to Caletonic for the remainder of the conversation when he took note of Arthur getting ready to leave.

The blond furrowed his brow, watched the other. "Is there a reason for not speaking English?" He watched the other shift his phone away before responding.

"Crew member. She hasn't learnt it yet." Arthur nodded slowly, returned to shrugging on his jacket.

"All right."

"I'm goin' to have to make a few deliveries." Green eyes slid over, staring at the elder. He really should be suspicious, but if he asked, Alistair would say he was taking parts to other shops. He'd tried prying an answer before.

"Don't take long." A smile from the elder.

"Can try not to." It was easy to lose track of time while out there. Alistair heard a scoff from the other end of the line- he could just imagine Erzsébet rolling her eyes. Not my fault I don't want Arthur to know more than he needs to.

Alistair watched his brother leave before going to find his things. He would have to stop by the shop to inform his boss that he had something to do, but that wouldn't take long.

With his boots slid on, the red head went to leave as well, starting for the mechanic shop where he worked.