~There was a hard banging at his door.
"God, Erin! You wanna break my door down?!" Garry angrily sped to the pounding.
Garry was immediately bear-hugged by Erin once he managed to open the entrance.
"Good to see ya, Gar!" Erin's eyes squinted with wrinkles as he greeted Garry with a giant smile.
Erin made his way into the family and plopped down on the sofa. He gathered his blonde waves into his hands and let out a deep breath, "Man, I'm so happy break's here."
He turned to look at Garry, "How's school been?"
"Fine. A lot's been going on, but it's good." Garry sat down beside Erin.
"Hey Garry?! Do you know where I put my brush?" Ib's muffled voice came from Garry's room.
"I think it's on the ground in the closet!" Garry called back.
"How the heck did it get there?... Found it!"
"You almost ready to go?"
"Yeah, I just need to brush my hair!"
Erin shot Garry a side glance- he caught it.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"Nothing." He secretively looked away- egging Garry on.
"Tell me, you bum." Garry nudged his brother's shoulder.
"You two might as well be a middle-aged married couple." Erin raised his brows.
"Whatever, man." Garry huffed.
Ib emerged from the hallway, finishing a braid.
"Hey Erin! Haven't seen you in a while!"
Garry saw his brother look Ib up and down- his brown eyes gleamed with a hint of amazement. He didn't like it one bit.
"Yeah, it's nice to see you Ib!" He jumped up from the couch and brought Ib into much too long of a hug (for Garry's standards for a hug, that is).
"Alright, let's go!" Garry said a little too frantically, while tugging at Erin's shoulder.
The three of them headed out the door to the promised land of used clothing.