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Daeron was doing what he did best: disobeying his father.
Sure, he was banned from the house when the adults weren’t around. But he really wanted the cheesy potatoes that only the cook at the estate could make to deal with his hangover. And Valarr and Kiera had a group project to work on.
The promise of cheesy potatoes and not dying in post-alcoholic regret while he waited for his partners was too great, so off he went, hoping to hide in his room for a few hours and steal some of the fancy chocolates his uncle liked to keep in the fridge.
Except, instead of an empty house, he found an Egg with a runny nose, who was delighted to see him.
“You’re here! I missed you!”
“Missed you too, buddy,” he said, patting his bald head. So what if it had only been a week since Aegon last saw him? He could miss his baby brother.
They decided to claim one of the many sofas in the game room, after Egg had charmed the cooks to give them exactly what they wanted. After a quick lunch where Daeron consumed his weight in cheesy potatoes, he slumped against the arm of a sofa, ready for a nap.
Only for Aegon to claim him as a seat and lean back entirely on him. His baby brother was cute, and Daeron did technically shave his head last week, so he allowed the boy a little cuddle.
He wrapped an arm around Aegon’s waist for stability and began petting his head. It was a little soothing in its own way.
“The boys at school said I looked like a skinny Humpty-Dumpty.”
Daeron suppressed a laugh.
“It’s not so bad, Eggy. At least you won’t have a fuck-ass bowl cut like papa did when he was younger.”
Aegon flicked his head back hard enough to crack Daeron’s chin. He stared at him, all upside down with beguiling purple eyes.
“What’s fuckass?”
Oh shit.
“Oh shit. Do not use that word ever again. Not until you’re thirty. Promise me, Aegon or else you’ll be bald for the rest of your life.”
Aegon giggled, delighted to have something over his older brother.
“I promise! But only if you buy this new game for me. I heard about it from Amos Blackwood and he wouldn’t shut up about how good it was.”
Daeron nodded and let his brother’s rambling soothe him again into a state of drowsiness again. At some point, Egg would get tired and go back to his console and Daeron could finally sleep off his hangover with a human blanket warming him.
A few hours later
Daeron woke up to his father’s raised eyebrow after what was possibly the best nap of his life.
“Hi papa. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Two questions. Why are you in my house? And why is Aegon asking what a ‘fuckass bowlcut’ is?”
“For cheesy potatoes. And because I may have told him you had one in your youth. Mama’s up there being rewarded in heaven for agreeing to have six kids with you when you looked like that.”
Maekar pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Get out.”