( 9 )
"Your tie," Rubedo says, "is falling off."
"I," Nigredo says, "don't mind."
There's a recently-emptied bottle of liquor on his desk; between the two of them, it didn't take long to finish. Someone decided to search the UMN for music; Nigredo nods his head to the beat, and grins as he watches his brother.
Rubedo sways dizzily but happily to the thumping synthpop. He could be dancing, or he could be having a seizure. Neither is entirely sure which is the case.
Standing and joining him, Nigredo takes his hand and spins him around a few times, giggling helplessly as Rubedo loses his balance and falls back against his sibling's chest. Nigredo holds him and sways more, warmed by good drinks, good feelings, and good songs.
Soon enough, he too loses his balance, and they both topple to the bed in fits of laughter. Rubedo tries to hit Nigredo with a pillow but gives up halfway and kisses him sloppily instead.
Nigredo's tie lies in a small, wrinkled heap on the floor, dusty where it was stepped on.