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Able loved to mess with his brother, it was just part of their routine. One would make a rude comment here the other would respond and they would fight or do nothing, it was a routine and the AI thrived on their routines.
The two of them constantly had there little spats here and there usually over one of the freaks or a npc they particularly liked. Like always it was their routine fight and make up, keep the previous fight in mind to remind the other, don’t really let go and pretend to… never mind that now. The two brothers had their spat for the day, though it wasn’t like their usual spat, this one was over a freak one very special freak. The Doll Pomni, Caine’s favorite, and Abel’s as well.
Oh how the brothers fought over her, they decided to make a game of it in lieu of their usual bets they would play for Pomni instead. Which is how Pomni ended up in arms of Able waltzing with him in the grand ballroom that the AI had made especially for her. The other freaks were here as well as Caine but the pair was focused on each other and only each other. Able and Pomni glided through the room Able sweeping the little doll in arms making sure to smugly look at his watching brother who glared at him the entire dance. Oh how he loved the jealous looks as he, HE danced with Caine’s beloved doll.
“Why must you look so forlorn precious?” Able asked his Doll
The Doll looked at him speaking quietly like she didn’t want to wake someone, “I don’t like how he’s watching us.” She emphasized the word he like she was scared to Caine’s name.
Abel laughed, “oh don’t mind my brother’s sour looks. He’s just bitter that I have you my Doll.”
She didn’t look convinced.
“He won’t hurt you my Dear one. He’d never hurt his beautiful Doll, neither will I, you have nothing to fear.”
She still didn’t look convinced. Able had to convince her he must convince her. What was the point of having her if she didn’t smile or didn’t laugh. Able danced with her well into the next song willing to dance more if his idiotic foolish waste of programming brother didn’t snap his fingers and take his doll away. Able looked at his brother.
“Now what was that for brother dear?”
Caine didn’t have the decency to look ashamed, he shrugged and spoke. “Our bet was one dance with her you’ve had your dance brother. Now I think it’s time for our freaks to get back to their rooms for the night don’t you think Able?”
“I suppose,” Able responded.
“Good,” and without missing a beat Caine turned and told the freaks they would be going back to their rooms. Able still looked at his brother with malice bitter that his dance partner was taken from him, but there was other ways to mess with Caine. For now he would have to settle for the jealous and bitter glares.