Woof

[plushaeusrumpified]

WHO: Bro and Murdoc
TONE: Rainbows
RATING: PG13 because Bro
WHEN: RIGHT NOW
WHERE: Murdoc's prissy pureblood palace
WHAT: Bro is a dumbass
STATUS: Ongoing

[Being alone was hard. He'd thought the few school breaks during the semester were difficult, but Summer? Man, that was the worst. When you were so damn used to having someone and then trying to adjust to not being around them every day, it was really goddamn hard. It tended to make someone do stupid things.

Like buy animals.

He had a reason, though! He was walking down the street and it was just there. And the first thing he'd thought of was Murdoc when he looked into it's face. How, he isn't sure. Because Murdoc is far from adorable like that. He's just adorable in his own way. His own sexy, beautiful way and goddamn he really missed the guy. So when he saw the dog, it was as if he absolutely had to get it. He was aware of how dumb and borderline cliche it was, but that didn't stop him. He could pass that off as irony.

Bro was pretty damn sure Murdoc would love it. How could you not? It was fucking tiny and adorable and could fit in the palm of your hand. What wasn't to love? So after a rather traumatizing apparation to Murdoc's house, he stood outside of the door. The dog was kind of shaky because of it, but he was pretty sure it'd be fine after a moment.

Without hesitation, Bro knocks on the door, before moving to hold the puppy behind his back.]

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[wwistful]

[Of course, it's uncommon for a pureblood to answer their own door even when they're home all day. An unimpressed looking house elf opens the door, and it's clear he doesn't really need to be told what to do as he shuffles toward the stairs of the house. Bro will have to shuffle fast to catch up with this elderly speed demon.

Murdoc, on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of Bro's abrupt choice to bring in a new member of the family. Really, Murdoc is blissfully unaware of most things. He heard to vague sound of an apparition, but he's on the other side of the house admiring the view of the ocean from his study window. Sometimes he likes to think he knows when Bro is up to something, but something else has his undivided attention right now. Cake. A huge slice of it. It's been sitting beside him since he started writing this letter to his dear, old mother. Which is to say, the quill has been scribbling away while he's been reading. It continues to scribble even now as he eyes the slice, even as he snaps the book shut to give it closer inspection.

Fuck it, he tells himself. Nobody is here, nobody will see and he'll just jog it off later. With that comforting thought in mind, he reaches for the cake and gently inserts more than half of it in his mouth. God, it's so good. It tastes like sex and being rich. He can't even contain the borderline orgasmic noise as he moves in for more. He doesn't hear the door creak open and the quill continues to ramble on about his successes without so much as faltering.]