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“EW, GONTA! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!” The young blonde haired boy would screech, backing away from his younger, yet taller, cousin.
“But it’s not going to hurt you, ‘Kuya! It’s friendly!” The taller boy would say back, a pout forming across his face as he held a beetle in his hands, trying to move the beetle closer to his older, yet smaller, cousin.
“GONTA, SERIOUSLY, I WILL GET PENNYWORTH TO CRUSH THAT BLASTED BUG IF YOU EVEN DARE PUT IT NEAR ME!”
Well, that caused the tall boy to stop his movements.
“Hmph.. fine. Whatever.” He would pout again, putting the beetle down and letting it run free.
“..I wish I could do that.” The tall boy would say, watching the beetle flee.
“…Do what?”
“Run off like that.. go somewhere other than here. Somewhere with loads of bugs!” He would exclaim, using his hands to express himself further by lifting them upwards and making a small waving motion.
“Ugh.. why would you want to be near bugs? Or leave? It’s.. it’s great here. We get practically everything we want.” The smaller boy would explain, lifting up his glasses slightly, glaring at the taller boy.
“Yeahhh.. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.. I don’t even know why I feel this way.. bugs are just.. nicer than other people, I guess.”
“Wow.”
“W-wait, no! Not including you, ‘Kuya!” The younger would suddenly squeal, slightly panicking as he attempts to grab his older, but smaller, cousin and pull him into a hug.
“Nope. Nuh uh. You’ve made it clear on which one of us you like more.” The shorter would say, dramatically putting his hand over his forehead as he turns his back towards his younger, yet taller, cousin.
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There he was. Standing face to face with his younger, but taller, cousin after ten.. long.. years.
So much time had passed. They both looked.. different.
The smaller cousin wouldn’t be deemed as small by others, oh no. He’s 6’1. He’s got long legs and a skinny build. He’s wearing what appears to be a suit with a lapis blue, crossover tie.
The taller cousin looked.. wild. Savage, even. Standing at 6’6 with a bulky, muscular build. His hair had grown out long, all messy and untamed. He was wearing nothing but what could best be explained as a brown cloth over his lower half, his glasses that he once wore, gone.
Despite being cousins, they look..completely different to each other. Maybe that’s because they take after their mothers, neither of which are Japanese, yet.. there isn’t a single similarity between the two.
Not one.
They stood at each other. Staring. It was.. awkward. To say the least. I mean, what are you supposed to say to your cousin whom you haven’t seen in 10 years. Will the cousin in question even remember how to speak Japanese properly? Most likely not.. he was raised by wolves, by his own explanation.
‘Wolves? I swear they were extinct..’ The smaller would think. Oh well, I guess,
The taller tilted his head in confusion. did he remember him..? He’s not sure..
“…Gonta, it’s wonderful to see you again” The smaller would say bluntly, facial expression blank, trying to keep his composure.
The taller would stare for a moment before nodding, not understanding a word that was said apart from ‘Gonta’, but he felt like he should’ve nodded anyways.
“…”
“…”
Suddenly, something in the smaller just.. snapped. He ran up to Gonta, practically clinging onto him. Hugging his younger, yet taller, cousin.
Gonta, would tilt his head once more. Yet, he managed to figure out how to hug back. And so, he carefully wrapped his arms around his older, yet smaller, cousin.
..At least, he thinks this is his cousin.