Brick looked at his brother, seeing him standing in the doorway shortly after he knocked. The two waited for one other to first break the ice. The red ruff was wondering if Butch was here to continue the past argument, though seeing him hiding something behind his back was worrisome. The black haired ruff coughed.

"Mind if I come in?" Butch asked.

"Yeah, sure. Just keep it down… I got a headache…" Brick requested, expecting either a mouthful of anger or his brother's usual uproar at some excitement to break the boredom. Butch sat beside his brother. He was hesitant, as he just took in a deep breath, remembering what Boomer had told him earlier before he had attempted to enter the room. He pulled the present from behind his back and presented it to his brother.

"Here," Butch simply said. Brick raised an eyebrow, taking it from him. He was a little surprised, wondering if this really was a gift from him, or if he was forced to make an apology in some form. He undid the ribbon on top of it, watching it fall off before he pried the lid off and rested it aside. He was confused by what it was. He pulled it out a small chain like a necklace. Attached to the chain was a circle shaped piece of wood that had shown to have been smoothed like with sandpaper.

"What is it?" Brick attempted to query, but he saw that it could be opened. He did just that, and when he opened it, he realized that it was a locket. Inside the wooden locket were pictures of his brothers. Both looked happier than ever, clearly taken from an older photo, since Butch's hair was a lot smoother and Boomer looked actually competent. He easily recognized the photos age. It was taken by their only living parent, only maybe half a day after he had created them. The photo was more of a reminder of their first victory against their enemies. Things had really gone downhill since then, or so that was what they felt like.

"…wow…" Brick didn't really know what to say. A gift was a gift. Normally he would call it crummy or some other form of word like that, but he wasn't in the mood to bully. Sibling's emotions were a thing the ruffs preferred to hide. They usually just hit each other instead or did their own things to try and calm down, though when angry, people did a lot of things they regretted for some reason. Ever since the argument, Butch had been feeling bad. His brothers didn't mind, since it was normal, but he felt like he had gone way over the line.

"I bought it for you," Butch stated, acting like it was a two dollar throwaway that would be found in a cheap store for tourists, though Brick was the self-proclaimed leader for a reason. He was more impulsive with plans than his siblings, but didn't excel at much more than that in terms of strategizing, but he knew his brother more than anyone.

"You're horrible at lying. Yeah, it's made of oak, but it wasn't made in a factory. You used your heat vision to make this," Brick declared. Oak was the most common material used in the town. The Oak Hollow Mall, Pokey Oaks' schools, pretty much the majority of trees around the city of Townsville were oak.

"W-what? How can you tell?" Butch stammered, continuing to claim profusely that it was bought.

"Because, it's got a small burn mark right here," Brick hummed, pointing to the right part of its back. He was happy with the gift, but because it was hand made by his brother, it made him wonder if he really cared so much over one of a regular dozen arguments. The green ruff pouted, giving up.

"Yes, I made it! Can you at least act happy with it before you throw it out the window?" Butch requested, expecting some comment about being a girl for making a gift like this with his own powers. Him caring about the gift more made Brick confused. He looked at the pictures in the locket. With a smile, a reaction from looking over the sweet picture, he wrapped an arm around his sibling and pulled him closer.

"It's great. Thanks, man," Brick declared before he slipped the necklace over his head, letting it dangle on his chest. Normally he hated wearing jewellery, but this was more personal attire like his hat. He had to pull his long hair out of the back of the necklace, but it was still worth it. Butch didn't know how to feel about his response. He had expected an insult, and not an embracive partial hug. He assumed he must have a really bad headache to be acting this nice.

"Um… t-thanks, Brick…" Butch's heart was racing as he spoke. Brick pulled away, looking down at the wooden locket. He didn't mind wearing it. He would keep it on him like a war veteran would his dog tags. He would make it last for a lifetime. They heard a light tap at the door once again that drew their full attention off each other and onto the blonde ruff.

"Sorry to bug you, guys. Dad wants us to gather in his build room," Boomer chimed. Brick got up excitedly.

"Alright! C'mon, Butch," Brick insisted before darting out of the room with Boomer. Butch took a moment to catch up. He stood up and walked to follow. He was lost in his thoughts more, wondering what made him feel like that. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack through half of that conversation. He was embarrassed and shy when he should have been just able to say, shut up and take the gift. He finally got to the 'build' room, a room full of scrap metal and somewhat built robots, some of which were destroyed and in shards, since their enemies pretty much ruined anything their dad made.

"Good! You're here to see my new invention…"