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Matthew always knew his brother was a dreamer, but now he knew that he was just plain stupid.

Alfred was sitting across from him, smiling, waiting for his opinion. His hand was shaking so much that Matthew thought he was going to break the phone in his hand.

"Y-You got a Supernatural Living Permit for your house? Why?"

Alfred rolled his eyes. "God, Matt. Were you even listening? I needed a Wendigo Caretaker License and a Supernatural Living Permit for you to come live with me. Besides, how am I going to open Jones' House of Freaks without one?"

Matthew stared at his younger brother in amazement. "You're really doing that? I thought you were joking!"

Alfred tilted his head. "Why would I joke about that? And I thought you were all for it. That's why you got to pick out the name."

"I was being sarcastic!"

"Oh, well you really got to work on that. Look it's a bit late if you don't want to go through with it. I already got all the licensing and permits I need. I even got an Extraterrestrial Living Permit. The only thing I need is for my favorite brother to help me handle the house. Plus your psychiatrist said that spending more time around me will help your outlook on life."

Matthew shook his head and looked down. "I'm not human anymore Alfred."

"Speaking of that how's your magic coming along? Can you create a familiar yet?"

The Canadian gave a small smirk, met his brother eyes, and gave a sharp nod. Alfred let out a large yell that startled the other inmates, causing the nurses to glare at the American. "Dude, that's so awesome! You've got to show me when you get out. I've already got your room ready!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "You've been saying that ever since you found out I was here. What about my meds?"

Alfred's smile flickered, but stayed bright. "Yep. Everything's ready… for you at least. We still have some work to do before the rest of the tenants can move in. So, you in?"

Matthew bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Fine, but I hope you know what you're getting your self into. The only human in a house of monsters."

"Dude, that's just racist. The proper term is "supernatural beings"."

"You're the one calling Jones' House of Freaks."

"Hey, you came up with the name, not me."

Matthew opened his mouth to retaliate, but a hand touched his shoulder. "Visiting times over."

The Canadian looked between the nurse and his brother. "C-Can we just have a bit longer."

Alfred smiled at him. "Only two more days until you come live with me."

Matthew nodded and they both hung up the phones. Alfred pressed his hand against the unbreakable glass. Matthew rolled his eyes, but pressed his hand against where his brother's was, wishing he could feel his skin.

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