Fuck you, Sebastian. Some brother you are. Then again. Severin did throw the first punches. Which automatically meant he had to be the one to end it.
Severin cracked his nose back in place, which hurt like a motherfucker. “Your opinion, brother, means shit.”
So, he tried to drop kick Sebastian. Which really only resulted in him repeatedly kicking his brother in the stomach.
This really only proves how much of an idiot he was, but not to say Sebastian wasn’t either. Even with Sev trying to pick him up from straight off of his feet.
After a quick double over from the kick to his stomach, the older(ish) Moran is attempt a tackle on his brother.
He punched his brother in the face. His jaw, to be exact, hoping to hear a satisfying crack. Twice. Good shot, moron.
"Says who, moron?"
He didn’t need two hits. Just one. Straight to his nose.
"Says me, dipshit.”
"So are you. Does that mean I get to bash your fucking brains in?"
"You don’t get lay a goddamn finger on me, moron."
"Yeah, that’s not a good reason, you fucking prick."
"Plenty ‘o reason in my book. Because you are a fuckin’ moron.”
"Why the fuck did you hit me in the fucking head?"
"Because you’re a fuckin’ idiot. How ‘bout that?"
Jazz age Mormor with Jim leading the head of a mob and owning a collection of opiate dens and speakeasies, and Seb being his right-hand man with a gambling problem and a penchant for expensive cigars. (⊙‿⊙✿)
"Last week, actually," Sev said quietly. He didn’t want to admit that he made a point of seeing her every week. He didn’t want Sebastian to… well, he wasn’t entirely sure how Sebastian would feel at all anymore. "Brought her gardenias. They’re her favorite." It was out of habit that he didn’t speak in past tense. It was out of habit that he really couldn’t speak in past tense.
Ideally, it was never a habit Sebastian liked to make. As much as he cared for their mother, standing around in cemeteries never seemed to do anything for him but bring back memories. “Sure are, huh?” The choice of words Sev used aren’t lost on him, but right now, he doesn’t feel like crossing that bridge with his brother today.
"Dunno. Could be. Haven’t been there in a while. Have you visited Mum lately?" His mood mellowed out quite suddenly at the mention of their mother.
“Not since her birthday, I think.” His gaze glanced away from his brother as arms crossed over his chest. Part of him was almost regretting bringing up the subject. “What ‘bout you?”