(3rd person pov:)
"For the last time," Dot shouted. "Your both British!"
"Yes, Dot. We get that. But we are trying to understand if he has the same English as me!" Wakko shouted back across the table. Otto slumped down in his seet and reached out for Yakkos hand under the table. He hated situations like this.
"Nil a fhois acu nach bhuil Béarla agam, ceart?" [They do know I don't speak English, right?] Otto whispered to him.
Yakko looked on into the fight, tilting his head the way that he always does when he whispers. "I couldn't tell you, Otto. I just couldn't tell you." Otto could tell from his twins tone of voice that he was completely done with the conversation. He wanted to change the topic, fast.
"Mar sin..." [So...] he began, grabbing Dots attention. "Conas a bhí do lá ar domhan?" [How was your day in the world?]. He looked around as silence filled the awkward moment. "Ummmmmm...an bhuil aon scrios mór faoi deara?" [Ummmmmm... cause any major damage?]
The room went silent, again, but judging by the look on Wakkos face, he didn't here him right.
"Cad?" [What?]
"You just asked if we killed someone? With a glow stick?!" Wakko questioned, clearly on edge. Then, thankfully, Yakko stuck his head into the conversation through a mouth full of sausage.
"He asked what we did today. And he wants to know if we caused any major problems." He looked over at Otto and he nodded my head to show a yes. "Just for clarification, glow sticks are 'bataí glow' (or so I'm told) and kill is 'maraigh'. Yakko added. Otto claped a few times it show Yakko he was proud of him.
Otto had been teaching Yakko some Irish/Scottish for a while now, and it gave him that sense of a 'proud father moment' whenever he got to use his skills.
Yakko stuffed more sausage and mashed potatoes into his comicaly large mouth before reaching over the table to the gravy boat. It made all three of them uncomfortable when Yakko ate food he liked. This is what always happened.
"You do know you could have asked someone to pass the gravy, right Yakko?" Dot questioned as all three siblings held their glasses to the side as to not let their brother spill their contents over the oak table.
"I know I know." He replied, gulping the last of the food in his mouth down his troath. "I just wanted it fast. If I asked you, I might be here for weeks."
"Ag caint air, b'fhèidir gur chòir duit moilliù. Nìlimid ag iarraidh go n-èireoidh tù tinn...arìs." [Speaking of, maybe you should slow down. We don't want you getting sick...again.] Otto cringed at just having to say that out loud, even if no one understood him. He hated seeing any of his siblings in pain, but Yakko was definitely the worst. Yakko put his fork down and leaned back in his chair after the words were said.
"Fine." He sighed. "I won't worry you." Thank God Otto could be the voice of reason. But Yakkos next words made him question that choice. "But you need to be less contolling..."
Awkward silence
Yakko picked up his plate and put it in the sink, then walked to the sitting room. Wakko and Dot looked at each other, then at their brother to see if he was OK. He noticed the stairs.
"Tà mè ceart go leor, guys. Faighim è so go leor, a bheith ina chùpla agus go leor." [I'm fine, guys. I get this a lot, being his twin and all.] That wasn't a lie. Otto and Yakko had given themselves the roll of parenting Wakko and Dot when they only 8. Yakko took on the actual parenting while Otto went around trying to find one of them a job. As a result of this, Yakko had always used Otto as a punching bag. Then he would have to give out to Yakko, send him spiraling, and then make up. Sure, it wasn't the best way of living, but it couldn't be helped.
"Sooooo..." Wakko broke the silence. "Did anyone else see that their making reeboots of old shows?"
-9:30pm-
Yakko and Otto were cleaning up after dinner. The other two were gone God knows where, but they were gone and not coming back. The silence was filled with Yakkos cloth squeaking off the light blue plates, Otto putting away other things, and the summer evening birds chirping through the open door.
(I'm falling asleep here, so don't mind any mistakes please)
Otto broke the 'silence'. "Yakko?"
"...yes?"
"Bròn..." [Sorry]
"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who stormed off on you."
"Bhì an ceart tù." He continued. "Nì mòr dom a beith nìos lù smachta leat. Tà tù nìos sine, agus mo chùpla, agus dèagòir. Caithfaidh mè cùlù beagàn a dhèanamh." [I have to be less controlling with you. You are older, and my twin, and a teenager. I have to backtrack a bit.]
A/N
I'm up at 1:50 writing this now. I'm gonna go post this and just straight up fall on the bed.
That was 848 words btw
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The misadventures of Otto Warner
FanfictionOtto has always been the outcast of the show, but he is actually the only reason that the Warners still get to do their antics