As per usual, Ivar was the one who strolled calmly into the bank. No one suspected him or recognised him as being the famous criminal. Well, they al would recognise him after today. He lined up in the queue, as if he was coming for some kind of common task like taking out a loan or banking a cheque. Pft. The thought amused Ivar.

His brother would be waiting to give the order to pull out his guns through the earpiece firmly lodged in Ivar’s ear, hidden by his bottom-of-the-ear length hair. For now, he kept creeping forward as the line in front of him shortened. His eyes scanned the room for cameras, and when he found one, he gave it a big ol’ smile. He knew that his brother would be watching from those cameras. He also knew that the smile would send him into an exasperated eyeroll.

Like clockwork, Eji’s voice sounded in his earpiece. “Could you be serious for once in your life?”

As a response, Ivar flicked his hair. That was as close to a ‘no I cannot’ as he could get without outwardly saying it and making the crowd around him suspicious. He heard a sigh in his ear and sighed back, straightening his posture and acting more sensible.

“Thank you. I’ll give the order soon.”

Ivar was already nearly at the front of the line when Eji gave his order. A simple ‘do it’, and Ivar had his hands on the guns holstered at his hips, whipping them out and holding them up to his sides. This was the part he found the most fun. He didn’t even have to say anything, the screams from the people nearby him was enough to alert the rest of the dangers. Some were already dropping to the floor in a protective hands-on-head stance.

“Looks like most of you have the right idea~!” Ivar smiled and scanned the crowd. “Now, to the rest of you, get on the fucking floor!”

More people dropped. They had even been so nice as to clear a path – or rather they wanted to be as far away as possible from the crazy man with the guns. So funny, the fear that people have. Unless of course they’re the ones behind those glass walls. The bank attendants who had the alert buttons already pressed. Eh. Like that would stop the brothers. Ivar aimed his guns at the glass and with three loud bangs, the glass was shattered and smashed on the floor. His earpiece spoke once again.

“That’s enough, Ivar. I’m coming in.”

It only took a few seconds for Eji to walk through the door. Unlike Ivar, he was calm, collected, and cool. He gave Ivar a glance as he walked past and to the smashed glass walls of the now terrified bank attendants. Ivar smiled at Eji and watched as he put a large empty briefcase on the counter, not even caring about the glass shards crunching underneath both his feet and the case.

“Fill the briefcase. Now.”

Ivar always marvelled at how cold and deep his brother’s voice was when he was being serious. It was fear and awe inspiring. Ivar could never be like that, nor did he want to. He liked being fun, bouncy, and a little insane as a treat.

While the bank attendant was filling the briefcase with money, hands shaking and sweat dripping down their faces from fear, Ivar came up to Eji and leaned on him, smiling up at him. Eji didn’t react. He kept a straight face and focussed on the money going into the case rather than giving his hardworking brother the praise he deserved. Ivar didn’t care, though. He would get his praise soon enough.

With a sigh, he stood straight again, and told Eji “I’ll wait for you in the car~”. He exited the building, smiling sweetly at the terrified customers as if he wasn’t the one who threatened their lives with his pretty guns. He only had to walk a few metres to get to the car, and he only had to be in the passenger seat for a few minutes before Eji came back with the full briefcase in his hand.

Eji opened the door and threw the case onto Ivar’s lap, quickly starting the car with a scorned look on his face as if Ivar had done something wrong. He knew he hadn’t, though. Eji was always stressed about something. His focus switched to the case as his brother started driving, opening it to see the neatly stacked wads of cash. That view always made Ivar happy. But for some reason it didn’t make Eji as happy.

Ivar pouted and grabbed one of the wads, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting on his knees so he could face Eji. “Why are you so stressed all the time? We’re so successful! And rich! Be happier!”

He took some of the notes of money and leaned forward, ignoring a suspicious glare of warning from Eji. He smiled at him and shoved some of the cash down his tight corset. “Be happy!”

“Not until we get home, Ivar. Be sensible!”

“Be happy! Look at me, stuffing your corset with money money money!”

“Ivar…”

“Ejiiiiiii!”

Eji let a small smile slip. “Oh fine. I will admit it’s a good haul.”

“Damn right!!”