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Bloo was already out the door after he got dressed. All the love that he was getting from his family was a little bit too much. He had on his slacks and white collared shirt, but he couldn't find a pair of leather suspenders. He put his cap on to cover his dark curls and walked out the door.
Owen was getting slightly irritated as August followed him around all morning long. Everything that he did, August was right next to him almost making sure he was okay. He wasn't sure what Trent had told August, but his little brother was acting like he was going to die any second now. He could barely get dressed in private before he walked out the door with August's hand glued to his.
Bloo walked out the door and saw Merit waiting with Reason. He was well rested and ready for a day of adventure at Casper's Place. He let his nap sack bounce upon his mid back as he approached his drumming friend. "You should try out for band.",he suggested. He didn't realize that the six of them should stay hidden in the lowest class of the social pyramid.
Owen walked down the stairs awkwardly when he couldn't hold onto the handrail, because August was holding on too tight. He saw October walking drowsily. "Hey, you okay, man?",he asked gently from where he stood.
"Hey.",Owen said smoothly. He looked like he had the exact opposite situation than Reason and Merit. Owen was trying to get August to let go of his hand, but he only managed to get four fingers free, with his pointer still captive. "I got into a fight last night, Bloo. Looks like Baxton got to me too.",he teased lightly.
Bloo stuck his tongue out, before he protested,"Well, at least I still have the correct color pigment around my eye, unlike the black and blue you have going on." Bloo smirked mischievously. He was happy that he had been able to get some comebacks down from all the teasing of his siblings.
Owen noticed some blood caking and drying on the back of October's head. "Well he certainly doesn't look okay.",Owen whispered to himself. August shook his head back and forth in agreement to Owen's statement.
Bloo's face turned green, but he croaked out,"We should probably take him to a doctor."
August yanked on Owen's finger. "Maybe he can stay at our house!",he said excitedly. He didn't mind it when October slept over last time. This time it might give him an excuse to sleep in Owen's bed and prevent the men that Trent mentioned from taking his big brother away.
"I wouldn't mind it, but I think we should get the little ones to school.",Owen said,"Well, that is if we don't get caught." Owen didn't think he would get in trouble for dropping his brother off and then leaving. A lot of children his age were drop outs who had jobs to support their big families. He knew this for a fact, because Trent had been a drop out.
"I'm up for it, as long as we can keep ourselves hidden from those who know us and want us in school.",Bloo said honestly. If any one of his siblings found out about him ditching, his mother and father would have a fit.
August yanked on Owen's hand. "Owen, I wanna stay with you.",he pouted. Owen just shook his head back and forth. "Sorry, kid, we have to take you to school so you can learn everything there is to know. Besides, don't you have a show and tell project to do today?" August shook his head and continued to walk.
Bloo kept back with October and made sure he was alright. "Maybe you should take a break from your house for a bit. I know Owen has room.",he offered.
"Sounds like a plan, I have something to show you anyway.",Bloo said. It was about October's brother that they had found yesterday in the chest. "Did Owen tell you?" He didn't want to speak too loud or too publicly about their relatives who were unpersons. Civilians might look at them like they had seven heads.
"I gotta carry you, or you're gonna be late.",Owen decided. He swooped August off of his feet and into his arms as he ran across the block. He slowed to look both ways across the street, but ran to drop August on the front step. "Have fun, and be a good boy.",Owen said with a smile on his face. He was glad he got August there on time.
Bloo shrugged his shoulders up and down. "We may have found someone who was related to you, but I'm not entirely sure. He looks like you and your Dad, but he could be someone else. His name's Jules Harth if that rings a bell."
"I gotta carry you, or you're gonna be late.",Owen decided. He swooped August off of his feet and into his arms as he ran across the block. He slowed to look both ways across the street, but ran to drop August on the front step. "Have fun, and be a good boy.",Owen said with a smile on his face. He was glad he got August there on time.
Bloo shrugged his shoulders up and down. "We may have found someone who was related to you, but I'm not entirely sure. He looks like you and your Dad, but he could be someone else. His name's Jules Harth if that rings a bell."
"I'll trade you August for Reason.",Owen said teasingly, when the little ones were out of ear shot. "August has been very attached to me lately, and kind of mushy.",Owen confessed. He wasn't sure what had come over his little brother. Early puberty? No, he was too young for that. It had to be something Trent told him.
Bloo, as usual, stopped at the front gate. He didn't want to go in if Merit or Owen wasn't there, because he felt older boys had a better sense of safety. "You have to see this picture, he looks just like you.",Bloo said. He never said that about a lot of people, because he didn't like being compared to his siblings.
"I don't know, you guys.",Bloo said as he got dragged up the stairs, unwillingly. "I've heard stories that kids go inside this house and never come out." The stories that Bloo had heard were probably just roomers spread by officials to scare teenagers into keeping their distance from Casper's Place.
Owen, as usual, closed the door behind him and stood in front of it before Bloo calmed down and found his happy place again. He looked around the house. "I think it would smell, if there were dead kids in here.",Owen said honestly.
Owen came up behind the both of them when he knew that Bloo was still enought to not bolt for the door. He crouched down beside October and pointed towards the first Harth he saw. "Right there.",he said. He continued to dig through the chest and tried to find more written documents about his father. Owen knew his father, and he was a big part of his own, and his brothers' life.
Bloo walked over as well and tried to look for his brother's name again. He tried to remember in the back of his mind if he had ever known anyone who resided in his household other than the older siblings he knew of. The government was a nuisance in this way. If it were different, he could go home and ask his father about his brother and everything would be alright.
Once Owen found a picture of his father he held it close to him. He stroked the back of the picture frame and felt a knot growing in his throat. He could remember everything about his father. His shaggy blonde hair, his bright green eyes, the smell of sugar cane on his breath. He would always pretend to be into alcohol around his friends, but when he came home he was a gentleman.
Bloo tried to think back, and he could see him sitting in the lap of his brother when he was only two years old. "I remember...",he whispered lightly.
