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[Log - Who's there?]

Angelo closed his eyes and concentrated as the magic bloomed and wove it's way from his concentration into reality. His bookshelves often became damaged by the heavy volumes containing memories of nightmares which had habit of sinking into the wood. Library maintenance was not his favourite thing, in fact it was exasperating and exhausting both but that was the last of it over with. He sighed as the cool breeze from the night outdoors blew in through the window and tussled his hair and blew out several of his candles. It felt like somebody was in the room along with that breeze but the Memory Keeper didn't look around. He was calmer these days about intruders, being that it was usually the Reaper. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

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"Clothes. You know, fashion. A sense of style," Charon grinned and gave Angelo a wink. "Something that I know Memory Keepers are grossly misunderstanding of. Seriously, still in robes? I suppose at least yours have pants... But its not that much improvement."

"I don't like change." Angelo admitted, giving his brother a light push on the shoulder. "Like when you came along, that was a change I didn't approve of. You make the place look untidy."

"Wasn't much of a change for you, you don't live with dad," Charon waved his hand glibly, before hooking his thumbs into his waistline.

The younger man ran his finger along a shelf which was sagging down and cracking as the books on it tried to push themselves towards the ground.

"None of you guys like change, you'd think you'd been around long enough to get used to the idea."

"Excuse me," Angelo took a particular tone, the kind that sounded as if he was quite offended. "I'll have you know the change was enormous."

He sighed.

"For one thing I have cocoa growing in my garden."

Charon laughed freely, grinning widely. He was still quite proud of how he had managed to convince Angelo to grow cacoa beans in his garden. He sometimes wondered if his oldest brother had worked out he had been duped into it or not.

"Yeah, you do. I should take some home with me so it doesn't bother you, right?"

"I will never ever understand your Scintillian sweet tooth." Angelo rolled his eyes.

"You know you can take as much as you want, at any time. In fact, why not plant it in your own garden? Hmn? That weed infested chaos pit."

Charon shook his head, genuine sadness in his face for a moment. "I wish. Its nowhere near hot enough in England to just grow them."

Then his face broke into a grin, "Besides, it won't work with my new kudzu patch. You haven't been by in so long I figured I could have the garden I wanted again and planted it two weeks ago."

"You didn't?"

"I dunno," Charon smiled. "Wouldn't I?"

"You are the most annoying little brother!" Angelo folded his arms and frowned. "Your garden is more disgusting than you are. I'm going to tear those weeds out."

"You can't, Angelo!" Charon's voice broke into a whine - a completely hammily put on one, but one he knew would be both believable and utterly annoying. "I love kudzu! I think it's awesome, like me! Its so fast and crafty."

Charon leant back on his heels, rocking back and forth and grinning again. "Besides, Renai said she liked it."

"Oh good gods, will you shut up?" Angelo breathed heavily. "She most certainly did not say that. You little liar."

Charon just laughed - his laugh was throaty and dirty, like an old drinker - and grinned all the wider.

"I might be a liar, but think about my niece for a moment there, big brother." Charon rubbed his thumb along the sculpted stubble on his chin with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Charon had no need to lie about that fact, Renai always told everyone that what they were doing was 'nice' and that she 'liked it' - although she might have added to him that he was silly too.

"I know my daughter you maniacal scamp, I don't need to think about it."

Honestly, Charon's laugh got more and more dirty every time Angelo heard it.

"If you don't take care of that garden I'm going to have to go over there and sort it out for you. End of discussion."

Perhaps he'd even organise a 'tamed' Kudzu patch as a surprise. With a nice deep wall around the roots.

Charon put his pout back on, leaning back against his brother's bookshelves. "Aw, Angelo. Don't threaten my garden. Its my one place to show my artistic flair!"

He clicked his heels against the bookcase and then grinned. "Speaking of art, what are you doing? When you redecorate a room is supposed to look totally different."

"I'm not redecorating, I'm re-building. When you re-build something it's supposed to look the same."

Pout.

"That's another thing you Memory Keepers need to do," Charon pointed out. "Not only advance the robes to a new fashion, but rework all the libraries. Architecture has really come on."

"I don't like architecture." Angelo snapped somewhat bitterly. He did... But so did she and for that the whole subject left an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

"Besides, I'm old fashioned. I like to be old fashioned. Especially if keeping with the times would make me end up looking like you brother, the proud ownder of the tittle 'most odd looking young man in my acquaintance.'"

"Well," Charon spread his hands wide and stood up, moving as if to leave the library. "If you're going to be like tha-a-at, I suppose I can just forg-"

He paused just slightly, reminding himself this was the side of the family that didn't care for 'forgetting' "-forgo inviting you back to my awesome new house to watch The Simpsons, right? I mean, you'd just be distracted by my amazing fashion sense."

"The Simpsons would be a delightful distraction from you and your dreadful everything." Angelo smirked. "Anyway, who says I need to be invited to come to your sad excuse for a house?"

"I grew up in a library, Angelo," Charon informed his brother pointlessly. "My house is just like that, invitation needed for access."

"Verbal invitation?" Angelo teased. "What's to stop me opening a portal in there? Your magic?"

He shook his head.

"Nonsense, because I'm better than you."

"No way! I'm new and improved! Greatly improved!"

"New yes." Angelo nodded. "An improvement on me? Probably." He shrugged.

"I'm still stronger than you though."

Then there was a pause, while Angelo's playfulness grew and his want to take this further piped up in his chest like a swelling fruit.

"Want me to prove it?"

Charon opened his mouth to protest to Angelo's being stronger, but when Angelo continued Charon went quiet a moment, lips parted and eyes curious.

Then a childlike glee took over his whole face, his turquoise eyes shining as a grin took over. He backed himself up, spreading his legs into a fighting stance.

"Come at me, bro!"

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