Extra Stupid Psychic
As far as I know, Espa Roba's four brothers were never named. But Espa to me, sounds Greek; fitting since the Robas are a carnival family. (Lots of Gypsies are Greek, and lots of Gypsies work in carnivals.) So I've given his younger brothers names based on the letters from the Greek alphabet which correspond to R-O-B-A.
Rho – Ronan
Omicron – Omian
Beta – Betel
Alpha – Aleph
'I don't need to be psychic to know you're an idiot.'
Espa let out a gasp of shock. "How…dare they!"
"How dare who, ani-chan?" Ronan asked, sticking his head inside the room.
"I…don't know," Espa admitted, walking over to stand next to his oldest younger brother. "Whoever sent me this bumper sticker." He held out the slip of paper.
"Let me see!" Aleph cried, jumping up from the couch and abandoning the game of 'Memory' he'd been playing with Betel. Tugging the piece of sticky-backed paper from his brother's hand, he carefully read the letters printed on it out loud, sounding them out as he went. He was only six – the youngest of the five brothers – and his reading wasn't perfect.
Espa sighed and winced as his youngest brother laughed at the joke.
Betel scowled and got up from the other end of the couch, stepping carefully over the cards that had gotten scattered in Aleph's haste. "You do realize they're saying that about ani-chan, don't you?" he said to Aleph. He, at the grand age of nine, lorded his thirty-two extra months of knowledge – and the ability to read books five years too advanced for his age group – over his younger brother.
Aleph's laughter tapered off. "Oh."
"Yes, oh," Omian repeated, turning off the Gundam Wing rerun he'd been watching and leaning back against the wall next to his older two siblings. "What are you going to do, Espa?"
"I have no clue; I don't even know who sent this to me," Espa replied, huffing in frustration. He turned around to face them. "What do you guys think?"
"Maybe you should do the same," Aleph told him.
Espa raised one aquamarine eyebrow.
"Send an insult to someone else," Betel clarified, knowing what Aleph was thinking.
"Who?" Espa asked.
"There's got to be someone who's pissed you off enough to want to jerk their chain a little," Ronan pointed out. "Hell, maybe one of the people on that list sent this to you."
A wide smile came over Espa's lips.
"What are you thinking, ani-chan?" Aleph asked. He was too young to really get what was going on, but he knew that look meant that his older brother was about to cause a lot of mischief.
Which meant any trouble he got into would be incidental. It was great having older brothers.
Espa closed his eyes and made as if he was doing his psychic act. "I see…I see two duelists crying…because of the insult I'm going to send them." He grinned devilishly.
"And I see a bunch of boys who need to get ready for the six-thirty show," their mother said, startling them all. They hadn't heard her come into the room.
"Yes, mother!" all five of the Robas chorused before scattering to get ready.
"Boys," Madame Roba, carnival psychic, said. Sighing, she bent to pick up the dropped bumper sticker and loose cards. "If they'd just asked me, I could have told them it was a boy named Namu who sent it."