Thanks for putting up with me. A little gift to my tumblr friend kolythedestroyer, and a little content warning for implied alcohol use.
X-X Kiwi (Or: Rock has finally figured out how to talk to his brother) X-X
"Hey, Blues?"
His brother seems to take a second too long to react, like he's weighing the options, but nonetheless Blues glances up at him from his book, lips thinned and an eyebrow quirked. Rock squeezes the hands he's hidden behind himself, loudly crackling his gift, and takes a deep b—
Blues holds up a finger, turns to the little table set up abreast to the lawn chair on which he reclines, and picks up the plastic wineglass full of a sickly orange-green.
Rock's body slacks. "Is that from an E Tank?"
Blues gulps down half of the glass, picks the kiwi slice off the lip, and drops it down his throat. "Sort of. Now what is it you—?" Blues' eyes then finally settle on the object Rock is "hiding" behind his back, cerulean, wrinkled paper, ...sweater shaped. Blues mouths a bewildered expletive on the off-chance Roll is near.
Blues notes the little robot re-springing, how his navy eyes light up as he brings the object out for display. "Me and Bomb and Guts were watching Spong—"
Blues again holds up his hand, finishes his drink without looking at it. Then he sighs, as though careworn. "If this is about comparing me to Squidward again—"
"Well, it's not wrong. And—!"Here Rock steps forward, holds up his own hand, forces the smile from his face for a look more sage. "And you'll like this one. Bombsman suggested I make you a sweater of my own tears to cheer you up after he—"
"Cheated."
Eyes roll. "But I can't make enough tears, (he touches his mouth to his shoulder, swallowing the titters and tiny butterflies that had been quaking his words) and I don't have enough eyelashes either, so I made you one out of paper. But I crumpled it up a bunch of times before I glued it together, so it's a bit softer. See? I even wrote " Megadweeb's tears" on the front here."
Blues has by now rested his elbows on his knees, pushed up his signature shades, and rested his eyes on interlocked fingers. At that last revelation, he dares glance up and steal a peak at his sibling.
"You like it, don't you?" Rock says like he knows the answer.
Blues takes a moment to respond, but Rock sees his smile.
"I think we're finally getting somewhere, kid."
