"Hey there, Violet." Red started, my attempts to make fun of him either lay ignored or go completely over his head. Probably the latter. "You ain't out, right? I'm coming home so grab my pack, and we're gonna go out." I resisted my urges to continue and try to get a rise out of him and reply with a simple "Kay." and rolled off the lump that was the cushion beneath me and into the floor. Hearing the beep that signaled that Red had hung up, I jimmied my phone into the tight pocket on my slimming shorts and raised myself to a sitting position. It wasn't that I hadn't desired to go out with Tai, in fact, I wish we went out more often, but it was less of a choice when it came to Red and more of an order. He's a pretty self-entitled asshole and at times a pissy child, but there's some charm that makes him a bearable sibling. Red is my brother- he's not the best, but I wouldn't have it any other way (If it was another way I probably wouldn't associate with him at all).

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Wandering out family home's extravagant halls, I made my way to the horny cowboy's room. Unlike me, Red spends most of his time in pretty much anyone else's bed- or alleyway; So his actual room is quite barren except for the aforementioned bed, a dresser, and an end table. Pulling open the drawer on the end table, I pull out a cigarette pack equivalent of a box of various lengths of dried grass. Red doesn't help the idea that those born of Agrat are no more than Earth realm cows.

Jokes aside, our queen is quite powerful in social standing. Agrat bat Mahlat's magic is not as strong as Lilith's (obviously) and Eisheth's, but she's far more diplomatic than Eisheth, and her children, ever will be. Naa'mah is not even in the running for power, but she is rumored to be far kinder than any of the other queens. Turning for the door, I reach for the knob.

"Hell!" I exclaim in surprise, and a bit of fear, as the door slammed open towards me. My lovely brother, so considerate he is. "Violet!" Red grinned. His eyes are both red, though the left has a second iris as my right does, meet mine before flickering down to my hands in which the stalks he requested me to grab are violently gripped between. "Ain't got no respect for my puh-sessions, I see." He sniffs haughtily before snatching them out of my hand. I shake my head, rolling my eyes. "You surprised me, is all." I retort back. Red smirked and spun around to leave. "Well let's go yah puss." Scrunching my nose, I follow after Red, the tassels on the sides of his pants waving behind him. I caught a glimpse of us through one of the many tall mirrors in our home's corridors. Red stands at most a foot taller than I, which is ridiculous considering I'm older, and is much tanner. However, we both have the same blonde hair but styled differently. His horns allude to a longhorn bull, which is fitting considering out stubborn he is. Our sense of style and personalities are entirely different. I appreciated seeing myself as I passed by, I quite love my fashion choices. The pale lavender tank top is bigger than necessary, with at least one of the straps always slipping off of the shoulder. I do tastefully tuck the bottom of the shirt into my jean shorts, though.

I shake myself out of the fashion-appreciating daze I got myself caught up in as I notice Red getting further. I note that I don't know where we're going before speeding up to catch up with him.