Not Doing my Job, Yet Again. <<OPEN>>

The morning was young, the air fresh and sweet as can be, and the day bright and gleeful. Two sets of feet crunched grass swiftly through the forest trees and bushes. Bow strings were stretched, emitting a low squeaky sound. Two sets of eyes, one brown and the other red, slit into concentration, yet one seemed to have more friendliness in comparison to the cold set.

The two men had their backs turned to hard-bodied trees, their branches extended to guard the sanctuary within. The wooden weapons were pressed tightly to their own bodies. From a far distance, light struck a doe and her fawn sampling a rock of unusual color not registered in the partners' mind. One gestured in asking a question, then the other replied that it did not matter.

Nervousness erupted in the younger boy as he perceived a girl walking away. Again, another motion inquiring; again, the answer was moot. The red-eyed male pressed a finger to his lips, getting a nod in return.

The brown-eyed one fidgeted, antsy. Costing the two their cover, the younger brother accidentally shifted his footing, stepping on a small branch. The noise produced was sharp and clear. The set of red orbs shot a glare to the shorter boy. He made his own motion this time: idiot

Red glared menacingly through his cover, unable to obtain enough visual information to gather a good description between a tapestry of black strands. The brown-eyed one looked down at his foot, mentally scolding himself. The taller brother knew the obvious reason behind the person 'bending' down for their shoes, only making his piercing stare a nearly-unstoppable force of observing anger.

The two looked at each other, sending their silent gestures about the outspoken question. One was a nod; the other was a bitter shake of the head.

"Friend!"
"Neither." Both opinions came out at the same time.

"Friend!!"
"Neither."

The two voices argued soft enough for a normal, direct conversation.
"He or she didn't hurt us anyway, Brother. If anything, we interrupted his or her activity. So, friend."
"Neither. If they're curious, let them come to us." Pause. "If they're curious, let them come to us. They'll get their answer that way."

Zentaal glowered his eyes, tensing his muscles at the sight of the confrontation between a pretentious girl and an even more pretentious man. The girl was more annoying, though, and was just asking for him to scold her.

"Shut up, annoying." Dantis had looked over to his brother, bewildered. "You decide to barge in our business and berate us; that makes you even worse." Zentaal started to walk off back to the District, going past the girl.

"Zentaal! What are you doing?" Dantis cried out. "We can't just leave the situation like this. We should at least apologize before leaving."

"We can and we will leave without giving them anything. The hypocrite and the savior don't need to waste our time."
"But..." His brown orbs glanced at the two, shooting silent apologies, and walked off after his brother, telling him to hold on and at least say sorry for interrupting the original person's hunt and the two people now fighting verbally.