fishy business {marr | blitz}

He's at it again. Skinning fish in the kitchen like he's the only one who has to go in there. It's disgusting. The whole concept of it is, but I know why he's really skinning them willingly. There isn't a person alive that would actually enjoy skinning fish unless it was for some purpose. Echo has a collection of bones. He'd really be good at the games if he were ever reaped, and if he was reaped, I'm not the kind of sibling to cry - not for him. Why would I even dare shed a tear for someone who would care less for me?

I take a peek inside, watching the blood run down his fingers and snarl at the sight of it all. The smell torments my nose as well. Fishing isn't... my favorite thing to do.

"When will you get over your gross factor and quit killing the fish with your breath?" I tease him and offer a genuine smile though as I trot into the kitchen, my fingers dancing on top of the counter. "Are you going to cook what your skinning? Mom and dad would probably like that... they've been working all day."

"Umm... when you are actually nice to me?" I ponder out loud for him. My tones a little snotty but truthful for him to hear. I shrug my shoulders without any real purpose other than to annoy him. I float into the chair at the table to watch him gut the fish and throw peices into the pot. What I don't understand is how he don't care about our parents. Me and our little brother, well, that's understandable, but mom and dad?

"Mom and Dad fed you all the time growing up... least you could do is help them out, too?" I grumble. "And yes, I would love that if you cooked. Sounds good. And you know I hate cooking."

However, something changed about him suddenly. Without warning, he began to smile? Don't get me wrong, It's nice from the scowl that I'm use to seeing, but something had to be going through his thick scull and to listen to what came out of his mouth was shocking.

"What?" My brows raise with good intention. Surprise at the sentence he just uttered make me think. "Do mine own ears play tricks? Did... I just hear you say something - nice?" I stand up and walk over to him. Playfully, I put a hand to his forehead for a moment and remove it instantly so he can't swat me away. "You don't have a fever. You aren't going to poison the stew are you?"

I tap a foot. Air enters my lungs at an alarming rate. My lip is bitten on the inside. "What veggies do you need? I can at least do that. ONLY... if you promise to share? I'm not going to go into town to get veggies so you can get rid of me."

The thought of cooking is rather an atrocious one. One day, I will have to do it, for the good of my family, but for now, I'm much too involved with making my brother's cooking skills better. His responce though makes me squint and curl my lips upward with distaste. "That's just gross, okay? Can you not, please?"

I'm soured already at the use of his imagery. My eyes roll up. A heavy sigh is exaggerated and then a proposition is offered to him. One that I was hoping he'd be willing to accept seeing as how he hate shopping, I've discovered. "Yeah, but that still doesn't mean you won't do something to the stew that's individual for me, and me alone. You wouldn't do that to mom or dad."

I accuse.

I have reason to believe that I have good instincts when it comes to what I believe will happen. Without notice, Derecho agrees to her terms and he even includes extra cash for noodles. Furrowed brows express her incredulous attention. "I take it back. You are sick. It's just in your head. I have no idea what's going on in that pee-brain of yours, but I'm not going to question it. Carrots and celery, it is."

"The least you can do is make sure that you don't burn it before I get to take your generosity... It's comes around only once a year. I think?" I put my hand out expecting the money for these gifts of my own generosity. "Need anything else? If not, I'll be back, shortly - Echo."