"So, tell me about yourself, young Sab."

They have their young elect sitting between them, squirming and giggling as they poke at his sides playfully, lounging back on the cushioned lounger. Sablo squirms, from side to side, trying to get away from their assaulting fingers and never quite succeeding, giggling like a small fledgling between two mighty Powers was not how he had envisioned himself when he thought of gaining the position of Power elect.

They're incredibly playful and he appreciates that part of them, that they aren't just simple warriors, hardened and harsh, like the rumors spoke of them.

"You're too giggly to speak aren't you." Even as he says it, Abraxos pokes him in the side, smiling as he squirms away from him, into his Captain on the other side, and he pokes the young elect in the side as well, the whole process repeating itself. "How old are you, you giggly little elect?"

"Tw—Twenty ohone."

"You're just a youngin', aren't you?"

"IhI'm nehehearly grohown."

He chuckles lightly, poking him in the side, encouraging him to bounce over to his Captain again. "Sure, 'nearly' being the keyword in that statement." Nisroc gets him to jump back over to his side. "Why, you're just a year older then Aba is. Our official youngest is Hasmal, and he's at twenty six."

"He's just a baby."

"IhIhI ahaham nohot!"

"You are if I say you are." His Captain wiggles his fingers into his side as if to prove his point and the boy shrieks as he jumps back towards the other Power on his right side. "You're going to say it too."

"Wihihill nohohot!"

"Yes, you will." Abraxos chuckles softly, sparing a glance with his Captain over the young elect, Nisroc nods lightly and he smiles as he poises himself for the firmer assault. "You'll say it."

"Mahake mehehe."

Nisroc leans up on his right arm. "We were hoping you'd say that." He shrieks, when their fingers dig in, five on each side, and he squirms harder, trying as hard as he might to escape from between them, but they have him well and thoroughly trapped. He shoves against them, trying as hard as he might to push them away, but their immoveable mountains. "We're not stopping until you say it."

"Plehehehease! Plehehehease!"

Nisroc had been showing him what it was like to have a caring older brother, after the three he had grown up with, showing him what it was like to have someone he could rely on when he needed. Nisroc let him borrow his books when ever he pleased to, so long as he returned them in the same condition he took them in, he let him vent to him, when training became too harsh or too overwhelming, when he caught the glares from the others in his old squadron, he let him come to his room or his office and just complain and rant on and on and on and he never got angry or annoyed or told him to leave.

He hadn't thought about what the others may be like.

Abraxos was quiet, he wasn't an easy book to read, but he'd been nothing but kind since he'd met him. He was just as playful as Nisroc was, like an older brother should be, and he let him borrow his books as well, with the same stipulation.

"While we're proud that you said 'please'," Abraxos spiders his fingers up his side and he squirms, kicking out softly, trying to push himself up. "That's not what we want to hear."

"IhIhIhI—IhIhIhI—"

"Awe, listen to him, he's giggling too hard to say much of anything."

"Giggling?" His Captain shakes his head. "No, this is the sound of sweet, unfiltered, boisterous laughter."

They share an amused smile, it's a fond smile they share, when they find a particularly sensitive spot near the top, just under his underarm, above his highest rib, and he throws his head back with uproarious laughter.

"Well look at that," Abraxos lifts his arm slightly. "We found ourselves a spot of gold."

"We could just stay here all day, the others are down on the field training, Aba's helping Titus with his squadron." Nisroc lifts his arm in the same manner, smiling down at him mischievously. "Would you like that, Sab, if we did this all day?"

"NOhohoho!"

"You've got to say it then."

Sablo shakes his head frantically, tugging at his arms, but their grip is unbreakable. "IhIhIhI—IhIhIhI….IhIhI'm thehehehe….IhIhIhI'm theheheheh bahahahaby! IhIhI—Thehehehe bahahahaby! IhIhIhI bahahaby!"

"Awe, he said it, does that mean we have to stop now?"

"Well, maybe after another minute, he's just too precious like this." Nisroc slips a finger under his arm and he shrieks in laughter. "But we should be angels of our word."

"Do we have to though?"

"A relationship is built upon trust, Abe, we do."

They enjoyed their minute down to the very last second. But as promised, their minute passed, and they pulled away. Abraxos smiled in amusement to the mess they'd made of their little elect, leaning back against the pillows behind him, satisfied in a job well done. Nisroc drapes his arm down the backrest, rubbing his fingers through the little elect's dark curls, he's still giggling breathlessly, with his arms curled around himself as if to stave off any sneak attack. "You most certainly are the baby."

"And you're the big brothers?"

"Two of six." He smiles down at the young man. "But, yes, we're the big brothers."

"Better than my other ones."

Abraxos looks down at him from his right. "You had other big brothers?"

To his left, his Captain huffs hotly, shaking his head. "They weren't big brothers."

"Not good?"

He shakes his head again. "Not good."

"Oh, well, that's no fun." The other Power ruffles his curls lightly. "We're good big brothers to have. We'll treat you right."

"Why doho you always tehease me?"

"Because you're cute when you get all giggly."