¬ How Does A Bird Fly ¬

~ Tweet-Tweet spoke the bird ~

"I don't understand!" Robin whined, lowering his head into his hands while slightly tugging at his hair, all while a blonde male simply sighed in response, shaking his head.

"Well, if you paid more attention you would. Now knock that off, dummkopf." He slightly whacked his hands to stop him from pulling his hair.

"Ow-, Otto you know I'm paying as much attention as I can... I just don't understand the questions. Can you please go over it one more time?"

Otto raised an eyebrow, reopening his book and reading the assignment's question out loud for him, shifting his gaze back to the ginger once he was done. "Understand?"

"Yes, sir..." He stammered out his answer quickly, even though he didn't quite understand it still. He promptly wrote down the sentences, handing over the paper with a demure smile. "I think I got it, sir."

Before Otto could answer the door opened, an identical blonde strolling into the room with a playful grin. "Hallo, brother! Teaching bird-boy reading again? You know he's never going to get it... no offense Robin."

"None has been taken Kurt, "Robin spoke through gritted teeth, huffing a muttering something in Irish under his breath while crossing his arms and pouting like a young child. "I'm trying my best over here guys..."

"Hey! How about I get you out of this dirty shed and we can play. You'd like that, right?" Kurt grinned, pulling Robin up out of his seat and tossing him over his shoulder, holding him like he was nothing more than a sack of vegetables.

"Oh no you don't, put him down or I'm getting Echo to deal with you." Otto glared a bit and pointed at Robin's empty seat, tapping his foot.

"Hmm, how about no." Kurt laughed and bolted out of the shed, Robin bouncing uncomfortably on his shoulder.

"Ugh, what am I going to do about my dummkopf of a brother..." Otto tsk'd and set his book down, sitting at his desk while watching Kurt goof-off with Robin outside the window.