"Have I ever told you how big of a fool you are?"
"I appreciate your sincere compliment, brother." Osvaldo bowed his head politely at his elder brother, Napoleon, and a harmless smile graced his lips. "Your face is sour."
"What sort of expression are you expecting I show, Osvaldo?" He walked up to stand just two feets away from Osvaldo who in return, dipped his head in a low bow, avoiding his elder brother's menacing gaze.
They were alone in Napoleon's bathing chamber, and his malcontent was an aura that hardly diminished. To Osvaldo, there was nothing he could do to gain the favor of his older brother, and his smile cracked a bit, an attempt to keep his true emotions shrouded by his nontoxic smile.
"You saw the girl yourself, but you don't believe me?" Osvaldo tilted his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting the obstinate ones of his brother.
