Romulus was too tired to fight. “Come on, Dinos, it’s not a big deal” He never called him that unless he called defeat, but his brother was not going easy on him, not today.
“I will tell you where you were last night. Out drinking! Sharing drinks and beds with strangers… while you promised you’d be here to help me out!”
Romulus didn’t even deny it. “I’d said I’d bring the damned boxes before the elections and I will” “how will you do that?” “The hell you mean by that.. damnit stop speaking in riddles I’m SO done…” Dinos remaint silent crossing his arms he just stood there for the other to do the math. Romulus hated it when he did that. Like he didn’t know he was an airhead. Everybody has their faults. What did he forget this time? “No way that’s today?… On a sunday?! Who the Hell thought it’s a good day to run on Sunday, f*ck. I need sleep” “YOU THINK I SLEPT?” “dude chill… it’s just a minor election, right.. It has nothing to do with you. It’s not your job… man I’ll bring them right now ok. No need to get all worked up over this… Are… are you crying?” “No” “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. I’ll bring them now” “no stay with me” “ok… Do you want me to..” “no, just shut up and stay here with me” “ok”