"Mickey," Piotr opened the door and sighed looking at the mess, "Mickey!" he huffed and began to pick clothes up from the floor and take them to the laundry area, "Have a seat, Logan."
"I'm fine standing," he grumbled, his butt still hurt.
"I'd have figured you'd have healed by now," he snickered as he picked up some empty bottles of Vodka. He was going to kill his brother.
"I could only hope," he rolled his eyes and set the kids on floor and grabbed a not so empty bottle of Vodka, "I've told you your brother is a steryotype, right?"
"Yes and he shouldn't be drinking with his medicine either," he sighed and looked in the fridge, which was almost empty, "And he needs to take his medicine with food," he facepalmed.
Logan smirked and drank, turning the tv on, "You live here?"
"On occasions," he went toward his brother's room.
Logan rolled his eyes and soon heard yelling in Russian. Then more yelling and some nice solid sounds and yelling. He snickered and continued to drank until the sounds got closer.
"I told you to take your medicine and how many of these bottles did you drink!" Piotr pulled his elder brother in the kitchen by his ear.
"What did you hit me for?" he complained and rubbed his butt as he was pushed into a chair, "I only drank one...or three."
The taller brother glared and warmed him some soup and got his pills and some water, "I'm going to have to hire a babysitter for you."
"I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy," he began to get out of the chair.
"You leave this kitchen without food or your medicine and you won't sit for 4 weeks," he warned in a russian whisper. Mikhail rolled his eyes and put his cheek in his palm and watched as his motherly younger brother poured him a bowl of soup, "Don't get up without finishing," he warned and went to the front room to wear Logan was.
Logan just smirked and looked off, "I guess you have two toddlers to take care of."
He shook his head, "You have no idea," he handed Logan a bowl of soup, "You and Remy can sleep up here on the pull out."
"Thanks...Uhm...You have extra diapers here right?"
"No, I've been at the school with Lonnie. This will be my first week home with my brother in almost a month. I've just been coming here a few times a week to make sure my brother ate and such. Keeping it clean."
"Yeah, No wonder you know how to deal with kids," he snickered and drank his soup, "I'll get the diapers," he smirked and walked out the door.