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Morning
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"Hey," his brother said, looking up from his bagel when Kenshin walked into the kitchen. "You're up late."
"And you're up early," Kenshin observed, blearily pulling a cereal bowl down from the cupboard.
"Any particular reason?" his brother asked.
"No," Kenshin said shortly, seeing all too clearly where this was going. He wished his brother wasn't so annoying.
"Any particular person?" his brother asked as Kenshin chose his cereal and opened the box.
"No."
"I don't think it's that she hates you," his brother said, "Although I do think she thinks she hates you. But you can't really blame her. She thinks you betrayed her ditz of a sister. Why'd you go out with her anyway?"
"Who are you talking about?" Kenshin said, pouring milk into his bowl and sitting down at the table across from his brother.
"You know who I'm talking about. All I'm saying is you shouldn't give up on her. Women need time and space to cool off. And the woman you picked can get really pissy when she wants to."
"Why are you telling me this?" Kenshin asked wearily around a mouthful of cereal.
"Because you and I were not made to be conquered by women," his brother declared. "We were made to do the conquering."
"Don't tell your girlfriend that."
"Hell no. I ain't dumb."
They ate in silence for a few moments.
"You think she went to see her sister?"
Kenshin nodded. "Yeah. I know she got curious."
"You think her sister told her the truth?"
Kenshin shrugged. "Probably. I'm not sure."
"You owe her the truth, Kenshin."
He stopped eating. "You want me to go and see her again, don't you?"
"Bathroom duty for a month says you're not man enough to do it."
Kenshin grinned. "You're on."