[ Ingo's expecting correctly, Emmet's mouth snapping shut for the second time in as many minutes as Ingo cuts off whatever it was Emmet was about to say. Instead his expression levels out a bit, corners of his mouth pulling flat as he cranes his head to glance over at Ingo instead of at the far wall.
Eventually, he lowers his head, shaking silently for the span of a few long moments. It takes a bit before the sound of his near-noiseless, huffed pants reveals itself to be quiet, wry laughter. Stupid, stubborn, determined to get his point across brother.
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Eventually, he lowers his head, shaking silently for the span of a few long moments. It takes a bit before the sound of his near-noiseless, huffed pants reveals itself to be quiet, wry laughter. Stupid, stubborn, determined to get his point across brother.
(See? The important things are the same.) ]
Okay. I guess I cannot stop you from doing that.