Something Different

Part 14

"I find papercuts to be painful. For such a small, insignificant accident, it hurts and annoys like hell,"  he replied, getting a bit mad at the boxes. "Y'know what, fuck this box in particular!" he shouted, throwing an unopened box to the wall.

I laugh softly and pat his head before ruffling his hair. I smile shyly and lean back, holding the small cut on my head. "Well, this is like a big papercut."

"Doesn't hurt as much," he said, opening another box.

"True...this one actually bled." I open a few more boxes before throwing them at Sylov and laying down. "Wake me up when someone shoots me."

Sylov opens another box and nearly shouts with delight.

I look over, confused. "What is it?" I crawl over and lay down next to him and gaze at the box in curiosity.

"It has three Twinkies inside."

I lurch forward and grab them before jumping back. I look to Sylov for a moment before holding two out to him with a small smile. He opens the wrapping on them and eats them extremely quickly.  I eat the one I had and smile at Sylov.

"Mmm...who knew Twinkies could be here...?"

He speaks with his mouth full. "Yeh, who wouldff khnown?"

I spit up a bit as I laugh at his voice. I swallow and look at him with a gleeful smile. "You're like a little kid."

He swallowed the rest of the Twinkie. "Maybe. But a very badass one."

"A very badass little kid...alrighty then..." I laughed and smiled slightly. "So, uh...can you tell me about your family...? Before you came here?"

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"Well, there isn't much to tell about them currently. They died. It was me, my two sisters, and my parents. I was the oldest of my siblings, so my slight-Ish knowledge about life and the area around my home helped me live for a while. My mother had black hair, and golden eyes, like I do in the eye part. My father had hazel eyes, and red hair. Both of my sisters were twins, by the way. Both black haired and hazel eyes," he said, thinking for a little bit.

I smile brightly despite myself. "They sound amazing...how old were you when you came here?"

"Thirteen," he said, as if he had no hesitations in telling the story, or no sorrow about his family.

I blink a few times in surprise. "That young...? Wow..." I look down and sigh a little bit before nibbling on my Twinkie. "You miss them, huh? You don't sound like it, but you must..."

"Meh. The past is the past. No point crying over it. Sure, I miss them, and occasionally think about 'em, but there's no need to actually cry or feel sorrow for what's happened. It's done and gone. Can't change it, so I've moved on," he replied, opening another box, and then tossing it to the side.

I nod, understanding. "Yeah... I guess you're sorta lucky though...You know they're in a better place, and me? Hell, I'm scared out of my mind for my big brother..."

"It's like that one science dude's cat. Alive, but dead at the same time? And if he does die, I'll leave ya out on missions until you get your mind back in order."

I look to Sylov with furrowed eyebrows, confused. "Really?" I smile and nod to him, grateful. "Thank you, Sylov..." I lean over and hug him.

"Most likely."

I pulled away, smiling to Sylov. "Sorry for being such an ass before...like you said, you never someone until you're alone with them..."

"For an elongated period of time, might I add..." he said, scratching the back of his head.