Solar exits the bathroom all dressed up and looking pretty damn dashing as much as a boy his age is allowed to be.
Already sporting his stylized hooded vest over his white under shirt and hands graced in expensive looking gloves, one would think the boy is fully dressed in his daily attire. But nope.
Gliding through the little corridor and waltzing into his shared bedroom, he grabs for his off-white cap and a pair of gold tinted sunglasses on the bedside table.
Shades sliding on to rest upon his youthful face, he smirks and nods at the mirror. Gloved fingers are about to place the cap on but is stopped in their tracks when a very familiar voice coos. "Ah, your hair's a mess, you can't possibly let it stay that way."
Reflected in the mirror for him to see, Solar's predominantly ebony mass of hair doesn't seem to be entirely wild or shabby but is admittedly quite a mess what with a good amount of his dark strands going in a vary of directions.
Fingers grasping the bill of his white cap lowers to his side as Solar looks over his shoulder to acknowledge the other person who had spoke.
"Hm... It's fine, brother. I'm gonna be putting on my cap anyway, so however my hair looks, it'll hardly make a difference to my image," Solar reasons with a confident nod of his head.
His brother, Thorn, shakes his head good-naturedly. "Even though it's not something you'll present to others, having something beautiful about yourself just for you to know is good too, yeah."
Turning his body around to fully face his brother, Solar chortles lightly, "You just said I'm beautiful, didn't you? So you admit I'm good looking."
Thorn smiles slant, rolls his eyes and teases, "We look the same so I could be indirectly talking about myself, too, actually."
The face behind yellow sunglasses forms a pout, "But you're talking about me now."
"Yes, yes.. Of course I am," Thorn laughs softly, walking over to his brother by the mirror and stopping before him, "Oh, and Solar..."
A blink from the aforementioned. "Hm?"
Rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands behind his back, Thorn smiles warmly at his youngest brother and he looks oh-so innocent to the other's eyes.
Solar, despite being the youngest of the seven brothers, can't help but to feel like his role should be switched to be that of an older brother..at least to Thorn if not to the downright childish Api. Solar swears, Thorn is just way too warm and sweet at times it's just too much.
"What is it, Thorn?"
With a close-eyed smile, Thorn brings his hand up as if greeting him. Brows raised, the brother in bright colors is about parrot his previous question when the brother in dark, who has his hand up, suddenly slams his palm against the side of his cheek in a show of force!
Solar jolts and shrieks in alarm as he bolts to sit upright. His breathing comes out as short yet rapid and desperate, and his eyes take a wider form compared to their already usual roundness.
Amidst his train wrecked state of mind and forceful intake of breaths, he manages to catch glimpse of one of his brothers standing next to his bed in his peripheral vision. His eldest septuplet brother, Petir, is currently sporting a visage of indifference with a hint of irritation as he just looms there.
Putting past experiences as possible explanation to his crude awakening, Solar scrambles off the bed to kick his brother wherever he could manage a hit. Unfortunately for him, the eldest, whose body always seemed to react in lightning speed to almost anything, dodged with far too much ease.
Petir doesn't even look taken aback at the sudden attack when he effortlessly sidesteps Solar's kick before taking four precautionary steps back. He doesn't even seem the slightest bit bothered by how Solar's fuming! That ticks off the youngest just as much as the way his brother always seem to slap him to get him to wake up. Like, who does that?!
"What the heck, man?! Can't you wake me up like a normal person?!"
"You didn't wanna wake up when I tried the nice way.." Petir replies simply with a look that doesn't say he's sorry at all.
Solar scowls. "What did you even try to do?" He actually has to use a considerable amount of power and self control not to raise his voice or sound more exasperated than he already does.
A nonchalant shrug of a shoulder. "By the stairs, I called out for you to wake up. But you just don't listen," Petir crosses his arms and has the nerve to look reprimanding. "Always have to make things harder for me, huh?"
Idiot eldest brother! I was asleep, how'd you expect for me to hear you from downstairs?! Don't you dare look at me like it's my fault! You're awful..! The youngest ultimately explodes internally but what comes out for his brother to see is only the irritated twitch of an eyebrow. Like a lone leaf that fell off a tree and has made its way on top of one's head, the reaction is easily brushed off by the eldest.
"Now quit your bellyaching. Thorn and I made breakfast."
Creamy yellow eyes lighten up at that and the eldest's scarlet ones caught that change all too easily.
"It's your favorite."
The youngest perks up a tad more at that. "You don't mean..?"
"Obviously, it is."
Although he's making serious effort to remain mad at the eldest and to keep at least a little bit of the self respect he has left at the moment, Solar can't help himself but to give in to the temptation of breakfast...even if it was made by the jerk eldest.
Still attempting to maintain his pride, Solar lets out a low "Fine" before crossing his arms as if trying to appear like Petir totally didn't just douse his anger with the simple mentioning of food.
Without waiting for any more replies from his brother, Petir opts to go back downstairs to join the rest at the dining table. The eldest left without closing the bedroom door, leaving Solar to look back at his retreating form before he disappears down the staircase.
Before the youngest even manages to close his bedroom door or anything, the eldest brother stops by the foot of the stairs. Bringing his hand to curl lightly beside his mouth, Petir calls out, "By the way, Solar, you really should wash your face and wipe that dried drool off first..!"
A loud bubbly laughter erupts promptly after the snide comment was made and it doesn't take a person three guesses to know it's Api busting a gut at the table and undoubtedly making Solar choke on his spit as his face and ears burn up.