“Bro, what took you so long?”
“Took a bath, I stink,” Augustus I replied nonchalantly, tucking both of his hands on the pouches of his suit pants as he walked coolly nearer his younger brother, raising his brows as if asking if he looked good with his fit.
Octo was not cruel to tease his brother and gave the pop star a thumbs up and wide smile of reassurance.
“You never smelt bad.”
“What do you think of me? My sweat is a life time supply of perfume? I am still a human.”
“It can pass, actually,” the younger Immaculata grinned cheekily and held out his hand for Augustus to take just like they always did before.
“You keep on treating me like I am a saint or something,” Augustus shook his head, a playful smile escaping his lips as he took his younger brother's hand and held him tight an
