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⤟ 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲? ⤠ ⸻
LUTHER STOOD IN THE KITCHEN OF THEIR new hosts, Elliott's, loft. he mixed the overflowing pan of scrambled eggs, tightening the — stolen — robe he wore as he listened to his brothers speak to one another.
"no, no, no, i don't understand. they keep following me." Diego complained, pacing back and forth between his brothers, in the middle of the kitchen.
somehow flipping the eggs without them falling onto the stove or the ground, Luther raised an eyebrow, "wait who?"
"those dutch sociopaths." he threw an arm out slightly, his brows furrowed angrily.
"they're Swedish, you idiot." Five rolled his eyes, watching them from his leaned position on the archway that led to the living room, "hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."
Diego narrowed his eyes at Five, "yeah but why now? I'm... im-" he snapped his fingers, his face holding anger. "fine for three months until you show up."
"yeah, i was here for a year and no one messed with me."
Diego nodded at Luther and threw his hands up, looking at Five. both of them insinuating it was, once again, all his fault.
truly they have no reason to not blame their younger looking sibling, seeing as they live fine, he shows up, their lives blow up and repeat. the patterns not helping Five's case much.
"even if it was my fault, which it isn't." he deadpanned, "we only have six days before the end of the world and the closest anyone's gotten to dad was that driveway at the consulate."
Luther looked up, his eyes on the blue wall ahead of him as he thought back, "well-" he sighed, "that's not exactly true."
Diego and Five shared a look before stepping toward each other and staring up at their bigger brother... literally.
"what do you mean?"
"i saw him."
after his explanation, all three brothers sat at the table, Luther eating his eggs as Elliott paced. "That's pathetic."
"yeah, well, at least he didn't shank my ass." Luther spoke, a mouth full of eggs.
"no, bro," Diego slowly said, leaning back on the chair that leaned against the wall behind him, "he shanked your heart."
