"Hey, stop that! Angin! Come back down here before I get my hands on you myself! You'll be sorry!" A dark haired boy calls out to another one who is basically a spitting image of him. The other boy, Angin, the one who's being called out to & yelled at is simply giggling and sitting rather precariously high up on a tree branch, his skateboard tucked under an arm.
"Make me, Petir~!" Angin taunts, sticking his tongue out at his fuming brother from high above. His legs dangle in an ever so carefree manner as he rests his left hand on the large tree branch he's occupying.
Oh, how he loves being high up, being closer to the sky than he could ever be when he's on the earth. How the view seems a lot more open and vast and blue and free just being a little ways up from where his fuming brother currently stands. The wind feels amazing too. Everything feels just right to Angin.
From below, Petir scowls. Why must his brother always do this?! What's with him with climbing basically every dangerously tall building, tree or structure he could possibly find?! He is a lunatic and that was proven well enough the time he had scurried off and out of Petir and their other brothers' sight just to waltz - yes, he practically waltzed - his way up a terrifyingly large tree during their trek at a certain national park. Petir could never forget that even if he had tried to.
Api was impressed way too much by that crazy & mindless act, Tanah went shockingly pale and looked just about ready to pass out while Air just sat there and yawned like the thought of his brother possibly falling to his death didn't even register into his brain. Solar was a few ways behind accompanying Thorn who was way too distracted by the floras and greeneries to move fast enough to keep up the pace.
And Petir, being himself, infamous for being the most hotheaded and short-tempered of all his siblings, it was no surprise that the first thing he did was shout at his juggernaut of a brother to come down immediately as well as swore that he'll break his arm, or any other limb of his - even Angin's beloved skateboard was stated to be on the list of possible things for him to take his anger out on - once he gets down whether Angin chooses to do so sooner or even later. Basically like what he's doing now.
However, Angin isn't scared. He never was. Both, for the fact that it's hard to rattle him in the first place and... well, Petir never did follow through to his words of promised threat. He always is such a softie in the end behind all that harsh demeanor. Which is why Petir is definitely in on Angin's list of top 6 favorite brothers... Never mind the fact that he only has 6 brothers in total to begin with so it's no contest at all.
Angin's shoulders shake giddily with his laughter.
Back to the matter at hand...
Petir purses his lips, his eyebrows screwing themselves into a furrow. He always wonders why it's always him who has to look after one of the most childish and stubborn of his brothers. Well, yeah, he didn't have to look after Api, who was one heck of a reckless and fiery freak, but hey! At least the guy doesn't go around climbing onto staircases of impending doom where you could possibly fall your way into a concussion if even one tiny little slip were to be made!
Fixing his black-red rimmed cap to obscure his eyes, Petir turns his head down and sighs wearily. What could get Angin to hurry down, he wonders. He finally realizes - after all that time just yelling and shouting - that this method is never gonna work but will instead just make Angin act out against his wishes all the more. He needs a new tactic to get Angin to actually LISTEN to him. But...
"What could work..?" He ponders this for a bit, remaining quiet and in thought for a while.
Angin raises his brows, muddled as he peers down at his brother who is surprisingly enough, seemingly calm (at least it appears that way from where he's sitting and with Petir hiding most of his face under the bill of his cap). It's very unlike Petir to just give up and calmly accept all of this, after all that's happened.
"What's he even thinking...?" The boy in varied shades of blue mumbles to himself, growing awfully wary of his brother's uncharacteristic choice of action.
Angin pouts, placing his skateboard onto his lap. He intertwines his fingers together to rest his arms on top of the board. "This isn't cool," he gripes, voice as low and whispery as the blow of a gentle passing breeze.
Petir chances a glance up at his younger (by a few minutes) septuplet brother and their eyes lock.
"Ready to come back down now?" Petir tries again hoping that Angin will concede and get back down to the ground already, although in the back of his mind he knows very well the answer would be a big fat-
"N-O~!"
There. He knew it. Petir grimaces up at his grinning brother whom is perched a good number of meters above him. Angin peers down, his upper body leaning over his skateboard of multiple blue palette. He grins a Cheshire Cat grin, cocking his head slightly as a gesture to taunt and mock his elder brother's fruitless 'effort' to get him to come down.
That's more like it, Angin nods to himself. There's no way Petir can just sit down and take it, he'll always blow a fuse and get worked up over whatever Angin does. He's just so predictable. Angin eagerly waits for what's to come out of his brother's mouth after his outright refusal to comply. Another outraged shout, more attempts at threats, harsh little insults that have little to no real venom behind it, anything at all.
But surprisingly enough, the grimace is all he ends up receiving as Petir continues his stance from before. Black, red-rimmed bill of his cap being pulled over his eyes and most of his face. His facial expression hidden so Angin is left to wonder what's going on with his usually short-fused brother.
'Is he ignoring me?' A slight pang worms itself in Angin's chest. He never does like being dismissed so easily by anyone. The feeling of being overlooked and ignored hurts and more so when his own brothers do it. He's not accustomed to experiencing such troubling emotions albeit one experiences it regularly in their lives. Still, he hates feeling dejected. That's somewhat an antithesis to how he wishes to live. He knows what'll make him feel better and that is by getting Petir to look at him again.
Heaving a huge drawn out sigh, Angin concedes, "Okay, okay, Petir. I'm coming down.."
"Huh?" Angin's voluntary action of admitting defeat caught Petir off-guard and he looks up incredulously, his normally sharp eyes a tad wider than usual.
"Seriously?"
Rolling his sky blue eyes, Angin nods. "Seriously."
"Good, finally."
Petir smiles. This is surprisingly the easiest time he has ever had at getting Angin to come down. Though he wonders why his blue eyed brother chooses to give in so quickly and with less of a fuss this time. He doesn't ponder on it for too long though. He couldn't.
Not when the next thing his mind catches was the slip of his little brother's foot on his descent halfway down the tree among its branches. Everything moves too fast from then on. His mind and body freeze and after hearing a panicked scream that rang out as sudden as it stopped, he is forced to take in the sight of his younger brother lying still on the grass. Petir lets out a breath he didn't realize he's been holding and runs over to his brother's prone form.
"Angin!" Petir chokes out, coming to kneel next to him.
A low groan. "My leg..." Angin croaks, his face screwing up in a tight grimace.
Shaky fingers reach out to cradle Angin's hand in Petir's trembling ones. "I'm so sorry, Angin. It's all my fault..! This- This happened because of me!" The words outright spill from Petir's mouth.
Angin's pained look transcends quickly to one of incredulity. He was utterly confounded. His brows furrow."Wh-Wha-"
"This never happened before! N-NEVER! The many times you climbed up and down, something like this- this never happens to you. It's because you're doing this against your wishes right? Because I made you do it that you lost your rhythm?"
Petir's lips quiver as he glares hard at the hand in his. "I'm so... So sorry," he chokes.
'How could I have let this happen to Angin?!' he's practically shouting to himself in his racing mind. He's outright furious with himself for being such a negligent and incompetent elder brother.
A low, nervous laughter makes Petir snap his head up to look at his brother in the face.
"It's really not your fault, Petir. Don't beat yourself up over this," Angin laughs slowly, his lips curve upright, a tad forced out. He winces.
"W-why are you laughing..?" Petir chokes, hard scarlet eyes wavering. Threatening to form tears.
"I- I don't know..!" Angin manages out between small irregular laughter. " I don't know why I'm laughing, Petir...!"
Petir leans in close, his hands gripping Angin's tightly. "You're hurt, y-you shouldn't be... be sounding so happy about this..."
"But... I don't want to stop. I don't want to be upset. I shouldn't be.. Not when my big brother is by my side and caring so much for me," Angin says.
Angin is smiling and Petir just looks at him.
Angin is right, Petir thinks. Why should he tell his brother to not laugh,to not smile,to not be happy albeit the circumstances do seem unfitting..? Why? Especially when joy, happiness and total carefree abandon was what made Angin himself.
Petir shakes his head wearily but forces his own little smile, although tears were brimming the corner of his eyes, "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. Especially the last part. I care about you way too much, you little rascal."
Angin smiles a wide genuine smile that makes even his eyes shut in pure mirth. Tears that were unknowingly there run down his cheeks. Angin wipes them away with the sleeve of his free arm.
"My leg hurts though... I think I sprained it," he mumbles slowly, pursing his lips. He glances around and his gaze stops at a certain spot.
"At least my skateboard is okay.."
That earns him a huff from his brother in black & red. "I can't believe you can still worry about that skateboard of yours..." A sigh, "Lets get you back home. "
There's no room for arguments as Petir picks up the navy blue & white cap that has made its way off Angin's head during the fall. The elder one fixes the cap back onto its rightful place, on top of Angin's head, in a fashion similar to his own. With the bill at the front, forming a shadow over Angin's sky blue eyes.
Frowning, Angin fixes the cap in a position he deems as way more cool, which is by positioning the dark blue bill to the right.
Angin happily accepts the skateboard his brother had retrieved for him and holds it close in his possession. Then a thought dawns itself upon Angin. He chooses to voice out his concern, "So how am I gonn-"
His words are cut off by a yelp of surprise when Petir all too suddenly has his arms under his form only to lift him up without further warning.
"I feel like a baby... Having you carrying me like this.." Angin mumbles reluctantly, positioning the skateboard in his arms in a way so that it doesn't jab his brother in his face.
"That's because you are. A big baby."
"Shut up, please~"
"Tch, you're lucky I love you, baby brother."
"Yes, yes.. Very."
"Tok Aba and the rest will be in for a shock, I swear..."
Angin giggles.
"I can't wait to see the looks on their faces~"
