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[josiah]

Josiah had just dropped his son off at kindergarden and was left to find something to do for the rest of the day. When he wasn’t taking care of Isaac or if he wasn’t at work, he wasn’t really doing much. He kept the house clean, he kept everything working properly, he did the laundry. Despite the fact that he was now a single father, he kept the house running like a smooth ship. He didn’t really have hobbies anymore, nor did he have a desire to find something else to do, so he dealt with the important things. He made sure his son had a comfortable life and wasn’t as hurt as Josiah was over the loss of Isaac’s mother, Sophia.

Sighing, he put his car into reverse and drove off. Sometimes he just drove around the town for awhile, not going anywhere in particular. If the light was red, he’d turn right. If it was yellow, he’d turn left. If it was green, he’d just keep going. If it was a stop sign, he’d flip a coin. Heads was right, tails was left, and if he couldn’t find where the coin fell, he’d go straight. He sometimes landed himself in rather interesting places, but often it was just boring. It gave him something to do though. In the nicer weather, he’d ride his bike and keep going one direction until a song changed. However, in dismal weather such as today, when the rain would not stop pouring, he stuck in the car.

Eventually he stopped and got out of his car. He paused for a moment, just letting the rain attempt to soak his leather jacket, before picking a small cafe on the corner. He was displeased to find that it was crowded, but once he was in the cafe, he couldn’t be bothered to leave without a coffee and a bagel, extra cream cheese. After a painfully long wait in line, he found the only table left. He felt awkward taking up the table as there were enough seats for four people, but he hated eating in the car.

Instead, he sat by the window with three empty chairs surrounding him, slowly picking away at his food and sipping at his coffee, black. Josiah much preferred window seats-- he could ignore the rest of the people wherever he ended up. He could instead view the world from the inside out, something for which he was more suited. It was strange how he could have gone from a professional athlete just beginning to gain the spotlight, to someone who avoided nearly almost every interaction possible. Stranger things had happened, he supposed.

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | HOPE IT'S OKAY! Pete really didn't have a lot going for him recently. He was almost thirty, he was single, he had a busted up knee that left him with a limp that he would have for the rest of his life, he lived with his best friend. But regardless of any of this, he was still mostly happy. A lot happier than his brother, at least, but it seemed it really didn't take much to be happier than Josiah, unfortunately. Pete didn't blame him, though. If there was any chance that PJ ever got married (which was doubtful) and lost his wife as tragically as Siah did, he would probably handle it even worse than his older brother did.  PJ narrowed his eyes as he parked in front of the cafe, noticing with a surprised smile Josiah's car parked nearby. He hustled in in an attempt to beat the rain, and brushed his hand through his hair as he entered, striding forward and ordering himself a mocha, and then he turned to search through the crowded cafe to find his brother, taking over a four chaired table all by himself. Pete swerved through the crowd to plop down on one of the chairs by him and grinned. "Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here, bud," He said cheerily, bringing his legs up to the chair beside him and resting them there. Not like Josiah was meeting anyone, he was sure. He was certainly the less social one of the two. Pete liked to think that he was outgoing, if a little lazy. "Isaac at kindergarten?" He asked, his eyebrows raised slightly. Rarely was father and son separated, even though it was ridiculously hard to imagine his nephew being old enough for kindergarten already. His niece wasn't quite that old yet, but she was nearing that age, and it just made him feel old. Sooner or later, Pete was going to end up the only Evans sibling without a kid of his own. That was definitely a strange thought. Not altogether welcomed, either. Just because Peter wasnt ready for marriage didn't mean that any of his younger siblings should be, after all. Of course he'd be happy for them if it happened, though. Pete had always said he was not the marrying kind, and he stuck to that statement. He had never met a woman that made him want to change that, though.. that Presley woman he'd met while she was trick or treating in April, she certainly seemed to be his type so far as he knew. But that was another story altogether.

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[josiah]



Sometimes Josiah wondered why he bothered doing most of the things he did anymore. Why he bothered with eating, why he bothered bathing, why he bothered going to work, why he bothered getting clean clothes on in the morning. There were many questions that appeared in his depressed mind, but the answer was always the same: anything he did, he was doing it for his son. He was doing it so that his son wouldn’t feel like he was missing out on something in life, so that he might be able to look back on the memory of his mother in a positive light, not as the thing that destroyed his father.

Sometimes Josiah worried that as Isaac grew up, he’d forget Sophia. After all, Isaac was only four when the young boy’s mother died. How many people could Josiah remember that were in his life up until that age? No one, really. His greatest fear was that Isaac wouldn’t know who his mother was, that he wouldn’t know how much Josiah loved Sophia, and how much Sophia loved the both of them. Lord, she had been the best mother. Though their child had been rather, shall we say, unexpected, she’d loved him as if she’d been planning for him her entire life. When Josiah was with Sophia, he felt like he could do anything.

But now he’d never get that opportunity ever again. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat with a swig of boiling hot coffee, not even noticing the sensation as it burned down his esophagus and landed in his stomach. He didn’t really pay attention to anything other than the rain falling against the sidewalk outside until he heard a familiar voice, and the only reason he looked up was because it belonged to one of his many siblings. He briefly looked at Peter before returning his vision to his bagel. Isaac would never get to know what it was like to have siblings, let alone even one sibling.

”S’not that fancy. I come here almost every week and you’re addicted to caffeine. Rather predictable, in this small town, I’d say,” he said flatly. He wasn’t intentionally being rude to his brother. In fact, that sentence was more than he said to most people. For the general population, he stuck with one word answers, and sometimes not even that. Sometimes it was just a grunt of some sort that signaled his displeasure. He popped a piece of the bagel in his mouth and chewed slowly. He’d lost his taste buds over the paste few months. Everything just sort of tasted like cardboard to him, even the strongest of things.

Siah nodded and tapped his thumb against the cardboard of the coffee cup. A nod was enough of an answer, he thought. ”Two of my clients called in sick today, though frankly I think one of them is just lazy as hell, so I have the day off. Today was my slow days, anyways,” he said, offering a small explanation. If anyone was going to get one, it’d be his brother. ”Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...bothering someone of importance?”

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | PJ hadn't left his apartment all that much since he'd arrived. He basically knew his way around town by now but his knee had been acting up a lot on him lately and he hadn't felt like moving around in a while. Peter could deal with the physical pain a lot better than he could with emotional, and that was saying a lot for him, really. Pete only laughed lightly at his brother's snappy reply. He was too used to those prickly comments to let them bother him anymore. "I wouldn't really call it an addiction." He paused, and then shrugged. "Okay, maybe, a little bit." At least he was honest and positive about it, right? "But it's nice to see you too." As he raised his eyebrows meaningfully, though he doubted that Josiah would care at all, if he even noticed, his subtle little hints. He nodded slowly, giving his brother a suspicious look as the only thing he had in reply was a nod, and then grinned again as he was given a more appropriate responds. "Hey, your client sounds like me!" he said with a chuckle, putting his cup on the table and crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sure they aren't as charming or as good looking as me, though, eh?" He joked. His jokes were usually wasted on Josiah, but he would probably never quit if there was even a chance that they'd earn him a laugh instead of a grunt. As slim as those chances were. Pete shook his head as Josiah asked whether or not he had someone more important to bother. "Nah, I'm all yours, big bro," He grinned cheekily. "I don't barely know anyone around here anyway. I don't know who I could be bothering. Except Dani. But she has to deal with me every time she gets home, so. You're the next best thing." His grin widened. He was exceedingly obnoxious and he was quite aware about that.  At least he got responses for it, though. Pete was a people person. He knew what made people tick. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how much it annoyed his brother, but if he had said anything different before, he would probably not get any response other than his usual grunts. Peter did not enjoy having a conversation consisting of grunts. They weren't even legitimate answers, after all. Just.. noises. How Siah could survive with these one word answers and indiscernible noises was beyond PJ. But he always was a lot more vocal than his older brother.

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[josiah]



Even before Sophia’s death, Peter and Josiah weren’t exactly the best friends in the entire world. Peter annoyed Siah, though for some inexplicable reason Siah didn’t really mind. They were the closest in age and it made the most sense for Josiah to hang out with Peter in his spare time. If anything, he probably should have hung out with him far more now that Sophia was gone. He should have immersed himself in his family and his friends and attempted to get over Sophia. But the mere notion of getting over her sounded completely ridiculous to him. She was the love of her life: there was no getting over her. She was the mother of his child, she was his wife, she was his everything. Anyone who expected him to just ‘get over her’ could go shove it where the sun didn’t dare to shine.

”Try living without coffee for a few days and see how your head treats you. If an elephant sits on your face, then you’re addicted to caffeine,” he said with a shrug. He was convinced that most Americans were addicted to the legal drug whether they realised it or not. Companies but so much of the damn stuff in everything nowadays that it was almost impossible to avoid. Josiah, however, was thankful that coffee existed, otherwise he knew there were mornings when he just wouldn’t have the energy to function, even for Isaac. He grunted at Peter’s statement. That was silly. Why the hell would it be nice to see him? Josiah was grumpy, bitter, and snarky. There was nothing pleasant about that. His brother was strange.

”Yes but you at some point in your life were a professional athlete. My client, on the other hand, is a professional couch potato,” he sighed, annoyed. Why did people bother? Sure, he was all for getting healthy, but if they weren’t even going to come to the appointments, he’d rather they not waste their money and his time. If there was something he couldn’t stand, it was people who wasted his time. He stared blankly at his brother for a moment before shrugging. ”I don’t know, personally I think anyone is more attractive and charming than you.” There. He could joke, when he wanted to.

”You need to change that. Go get drunk and meet some women, then I’ll never have to hear from you again,” he instructed, though he sincerely doubted that even if Peter did do that, the younger Evans would still come bother the older.

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | (: The worst thing that had ever happened to Pete was the night he busted his knee, and in the process, crushed his hopes and dreams along with it. He guessed that was just about, though probably a lot less, how bad it was for Josiah. But Josiah still got Isaac out of his mess. Pete? Nada. Nothing. Football was the love of his life, so far as he knew, and he didn't get squat for it.  He guessed he could say he got Dani out of it, but he could have gotten a scholarship to that same college and could have met her there anyway. So he didn't expect Josiah to get over her. Not now, not anytime soon, probably not ever. Peter certainly was still bitter himself, though he would never talk about it. Point being, he understood his brother's sourness. He would much prefer it not being worse than ever, but he wasn't going to tell him how to grieve. He wasn't that stupid.  "I'll take you up on that!" He said with a grin, and then paused and looked down at his coffee. "Tomorrow. I'll take you up on that tomorrow." PJ was pretty sure he could make it a few days without caffeine. Maybe. Possibly. Hopefully. "Don't be surprised if I'm not my usual upbeat, charismatic self, though." He raised his eyebrows and nodded seriously. He rolled his eyes at Josiah's grunt. Honestly. Because that was really how you were supposed to respond to your loving little brother. "Don't sound so excited. Really. Your enthusiasm is killing me." He said dryly. Pete smiled as Josiah insisted that his client was just that much lazier than Peter himself. "Yeah, well, at least I have good reason." He shrugged. He noted the annoyance in Josiah's voice, but it didn't seem directed towards Pete himself, plus, he was annoyed all the time so he wasn't really surprised anyway. His eyes widened in surprise as Josiah actually made some sort of joke. Sure, it was a slightly depreciating joke, but hey, Pete could work with that. "Oh, really now?" He grinned. "I'm hurt, my brother," He held his hand over his heart dramatically and sarcastically. "Hurt deep." "Hey!" He said defensively, making a face. "I can meet women sober. You know, I don't even have to leave my apartment, they come flocking to me." He paused. "Well, the blue ones do, anyway." Even though he was sure he wasn't making any sense at all now, seeing as Josiah had no idea about that little experience of his, but he already knew he was crazy, so he didn't see a problem.

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[josiah]



He did have to admit that his brother’s decision was mildly amusing. For a brief moment in time, he cracked a small grin, before his face went back to its normal flat mask of nothingness. ”You’re not going to give up coffee ever again once you try it the first time,” he said, shaking his head. ”Frankly, I don’t know why people even pretend like they don’t need it. There’s a reason it’s one of the strongest industries in the world.” Maybe he should be some sort of coffee overlord. Ha. Not even. The only thing he cared about was his kid and his wife. Sometimes pizza.

Josiah snorted in response and held back a bitting comment. Was his brother charismatic? He didn’t think so. Personally he found his younger brother to be a bother, but then again, that was the usual dynamic in brothers’ relationships. ”Right, like I’ll be able to deal a difference,” he said sarcastically. He shrugged and took another bite of his bagel. Peter was really one of the only few people who ever called him out on his displeasing nature. He didn’t mind. But it didn’t mean he was going to change.

”I suppose,” he said. Deep down somewhere in the stone cold heart that he possessed, he did feel bad for her younger brother. Hell, if Sophia’d still been alive and the same injury happened to Josiah, he’d be pretty damn heartbroken. But at least he’d still have Sophia and Isaac. Peter didn’t really have much anything else. ”Woah, Pete, you really need a life,” he said, if not a bit ironically. Out of the two ex-football players, Siah was probably more of the one who needed a life, and they both knew it.

”Good,” he said with a short nod. Okay, so he didn’t want to intentionally hurt his brother, but he knew Peter wasn’t actually hurt so he didn’t really care. ”Time someone knocked you down to where you belong,” he said, and flicked a sugar packet at him.

Josiah paused to look at his brother with a very skeptical eye. ”Oh really? Then tell me, why have I yet to see it?” he asked. His brother was a pain. He loved the stupid pain, but he was still a pain. He couldn’t imagine girls flocking him, but that was probably because he was both a man and related to the boy. Josiah furrowed his eyebrows and against his better judgement, found that he was going to ask his brother what he was talking about. ”I probably shouldn’t ask, but...what are you talking about, Pete?”

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | (: Pete's smile widened as his brother grinned for a moment. One moment was all he needed. He would have been obnoxious about the fact that Josiah was actually smiling, but if he had he was pretty sure he'd never see another smile again, so he let it go. This time. "Yeah, you're probably right." He shrugged innocently. Not that Josiah was ever wrong about most things. Pete would probably never really say this to him, but he'd always really looked up to his older brother. He was the only older sibling Pete had had, the only guy he'd have to model himself after so he could protect his little brothers and sisters. That really didn't work out so well, seeing as Josiah was a serious, mature man, and Pete.. was not. At all. Whatsoever.   Peter really wanted to stick his tongue out at his brother as he once again tore down another of Pete's cheerful comments. But he managed to keep it back. "Funny." Was all he said that time. PJ liked to think he was a likable guy. Josiah seemed to be one of the few people who disagreed. Sure, a lot of people thought he was annoying, but mostly they thought he was funny. Most of the people that he annoyed it was for a good reason. Or at least, a reason that he considered to be good. Josiah probably wouldn't consider Pete's annoying him so as to make sure his older brother actually responded to him as a reason, to be a good one.   "Hey now, buddy," He put his hands up. "Look who's talking. I'll get one when you do." Which was probably the most childish thing he could have said to this, but hey, no one ever said that PJ Evans was mature in any way at all. He didn't even think that himself. Peter narrowed his eyes and shook his head at Josiah as he told him that it was a good time that someone knocked him down to where he belonged. He fumbled around to catch the sugar packet that his brother flicked at him, and then he tossed it back. "Thanks, thanks a lot. You know, a lot of people would feel bad about hurting their poor little brother's feelings." He wiggled his finger at him accusitorily.   "Well, maybe I just don't want you to meet them. You'll scare 'em all off." He said, crossing his arms against his chest and shrugging. All right, most of the time, PJ only acted like he knew what he was talking about when it came to women. He didn't understand them at all. He had no idea what went through their minds. But he was good at pretending, it seemed. He grinned at his brother's confusion, and took his sweet time in answering. "Did you know some people trick or treat in April? Beating the rush, I guess." He raised his eyebrows. "Smart move, I think. Except for the lack of candy."

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[josiah]



”I’m always right. It’s about time you finally started to realise this,” Josiah said. Why his brother refused to acknowledge the fact that the older of the two Evans boys was right he would never know. It annoyed him, to be frank. He liked being right. It was the only thing he had left in the world, besides Isaac. ”Maybe if you figured it out sooner, you wouldn’t have been such a fail your entire teenage life,” Josiah said, joking, though with his normal monotone. Come to think of it, no wonder people thought he was so cynical all the time. Of course, they were right-- he was probably one of the biggest cynics you could find nowadays-- but there were instances where he cracked Josiah-type jokes and no one seemed to get them. His dark, often mean, humour was not suited for this society.

”Of course,” he said, taking his time to take a slow sip of his coffee. ”After all, everyone knows I’m the funny brother.” Yet again, his sarcasm was quite evident. Did he feel bad that he was always so sarcastic, especially with his own family? Somewhere in the deep, dark recess of his heart, he probably felt a little guilty. Otherwise no, he couldn’t be brought to care. With the exception of when he was around Isaac, he was very expressive and happy, only so that his son’s spirit would be lifted.

Josiah threw a look at his brother and frowned. Well, frowned deeper than he already was frowning. ”I have a life. I take care of my son and I better other people’s health,” he stated. Truly even Peter couldn’t argue the validity of that statement. A social life, on the other hand, was something that Josiah was definitely lacking. Fortunately for him, he wasn’t looking for a social life, so he didn’t feel like there was a void. In that regard, at least. ”You have a bunch of other siblings to feel bad. You don’t need me to join them in guilt. It would be entirely too much stroking of your ego and you’d explode. Be thankful that someone has a sense of reality, otherwise you would have lost your wits ages ago. Really, I’ve saved you,” Josiah said, not even really believing a word he was saying. Sometimes he just spoke so that the other person couldn’t and he didn’t have to think.

Josiah scoffed, picking at his bagel more, and brushed a stray strand of hair away from his face. ”Please, you probably do a perfectly good job of scaring them off yourself. It’s the one area of your life you don’t need my assistance.” Despite Josiah’s merciless teasing, he did actually like his brother, hence why he actually talked to Peter. Now Josiah couldn’t help but ask, even though he already regretted it before he even spoke. ”Alright, tell me what happened or go home,” Josiah said, raising an expectant eyebrow and daring Peter to make a decision.

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | (: Pete merely rolled his eyes as Josiah insisted that he was always right. To be honest, Peter had always thought that Josiah was smarter and right more often than he would let him know, but he would never say that to his older brother. He'd never give him that satisfaction, mostly because he was afraid that Siah would never let him forget it and that would get very old very quickly. So he'd just let him think his younger brother thought he was an idiot. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head at the next comment.  "Oh, kind, very kind. You're a nice guy." He said in a syrupy voice, even though he knew his brother was only joking. Pete could tell when his brother was joking, even though he hadn't changed expression or his tone. Pete was pretty sure that not even Josiah could deter the opinions of all the talent scouts that had witnessed PJ play football in his high school years, who had informed him that he was indeed not entirely a fail. PJ couldn't help but snort when Josiah then informed him that he was the funny brother. "If you're the funny one, I'm the smart one." Surely, that had to be laughable, even to Siah, who seemed to basically think that his brother was an absolute moron. PJ was more of the lighthearted humor guy, Josiah was on the entirely other side of the spectrum with his sarcasm and dark jokes. Don't get me wrong, Pete could be just as sarcastic as the next guy, but he found that it didn't work with as many people as kind teasing. Which was what the majority of Peter's humor was.  He shook his head and made a face when Josiah defended his life. "That ain't a life, that's an occupation. If I used your argument, I could say that I.. provide the entertainment and nourishment of many, in a safe and enjoyable environment. Or I will, once it actually opens. Which will be soon enough." PJ informed his brother, raising his eyebrows. He only chuckled as Josiah began rambling about his ego. "I do enjoy a good ego petting." he held back a smile. "That sure is a warped sense of reality you've got going for you though, buddy." "Psht, you wouldn't even know, Mr. I-Never-Socialize." Pete said pointedly as he narrowed his eyes. He did consider just getting up and leaving to make Josiah sit and wonder what he was talking about, just to spite him, but Peter didn't have the patience to do this and he was sure Josiah would wipe this entire conversation from memory as soon as he got up and left instead of sitting and rotting in wonder as Peter would. So he just grinned. "Okay, okay, Grumpy Gills, cool your jets. I was visited by an adult, female trick or treater dressed as an Avatar the other day, whom I treated to cold pizza since I didn't have any candy. She was pretty cool, actually. We had a very interesting discussion about.." A cough. "Erm. The facts of life, if you will.". Here he trailed off to stop and smile softly, having a small chuckle at the memory, still fresh in his mind, of his visitor who had basically taken over his thoughts ever since he met her. But then after realizing he probably looked like a sentimental old fool, he shook his head and looked down at his coffee again, clearing his throat. "Anyway, she decided to call me Spiderman, as per my suggestion. We're in the works of finding her a suitable nickname, too." he shrugged.

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Typical. Of course Peter would roll his eyes at Josiah. It seemed that the two had a simple relationship going on: one was mercilessly sarcastic while the other didn’t take him very seriously. It was a good thing, what they had, and part of Josiah was actually grateful for his brother’s constant presence in his life. At least it meant that he had some sort of human interaction other than with his child, plus it meant he wasn’t a complete hermit who was well on his way to becoming some sort of basket case. Josiah gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded. ”I’m a saint; I’m surprised you’ve never acknowledged it before,” he said, yet again quite sarcastic. Though it didn’t mean he was a terrible person. After all, he loved his son and would do anything for him. Hell, he’d even do just about anything for Pete. But he also wasn’t mushy gushy about his feelings. He tended to be the most sarcastic to the ones he cared about the most. Pete should’ve been honoured.

Okay, now Josiah had to laugh, even if it was only once. So he did. ”Right, what’s pi?” he asked. Though that was a fairly basic question, wasn’t it? Well, then Peter had a freebie to answer and if he didn’t get this one right, Josiah was snatching back the title as the smart brother. ”I wouldn’t say that raising my son is an occupation,” Josiah countered. Hell, seeing that kid smile was pretty much the only thing that brought him joy lately. He looked forward to coming home, even though it was bittersweet because he knew that he’d never see Sophia playing with Isaac when he arrived home from work. Josiah rolled his eyes at his brother’s comparison. He didn’t quite agree, but he also didn’t really feel like arguing. He was tired and the coffee was no where near ready to kick in. ”Or maybe you just refuse to see it because you don’t want me to be right again, or you don’t want the sad but true reality to hit you in the face and knock you on your butt,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Okay, yeah, so Pete was right, Josiah didn’t socialize. He hated it. ”I don’t need to be social. You’re social enough for the two of us; we balance each other out,” he said with a nod. At least, that was the story he was going to stick to if anyone asks him. ”And hey! I have quite a social job. I’m constantly getting up, close, and personal with people I don’t even know for extended periods of time.” Though he got paid to do it. Damn, maybe he was some sort of fitness prostitute like that Makayla girl had said. That didn’t sit well with him. ”You talked about sex with some weird chick who not only thinks it’s appropriate for adults to trick or treat, but trick or treat in a month other than October?” he asked, merely to clarify. ”Sounds like she’s perfect for you: both insane and horny. I hope you live a wonderful, happy, blue coloured life together. Just make sure your kids turn out normal. I don’t think the world can handle anymore strange.” Spiderman? Josiah wasn’t even going to ask. He thought it was better for his sanity if he just left that one alone.

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[peter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300]  BETH AS JOSIAH | (:  Peter just snorted at Josiah's claim of being a saint. "I guess I must have just missed it over the course of twenty nine years." He said just as sarcastically, though he was grinning as always. A lot of people seemed to forget that PJ Evans was twenty nine years old, most likely because he acted like he was twelve the majority of the time, but he was getting old and he knew it, he ought to grow up sometime soon, but he really just didn't want to. Could you blame him? He didn't want to be old and bitter like Josiah. He would like people respecting him, treating him like he knew what he was doing because not a lot of people took him seriously when he was really being serious and that was a bit of a problem, if you were to ask him. But bitter, no thank you. He had more bitterness in his system than he'd like to admit, to be as bitter as Siah would just be horrifying to Pete. You couldn't blame him, though, really. He was a naturally happy guy. He only grinned again as he indeed made Josiah laugh, which was all that Peter ever really attempted to do, the more he could make his brother laugh the better, even if it was at his own expense. Pete raised one eyebrow at his brother and grinned at his question. "Pie is a delicious dessert in which fruit is baked in a crust. Made best by Dani, if I do say so myself." He said confidently, knowing that wasn't at all what Siah had been looking for as an answer, and then before he could respond, he continued, in a very Urkel-sounding-voice. "Unless, of course, you mean the mathematical constant that is the ratio of any circle's circumference to it's diameter, approximately 3.14 in the usual decimal notation." He really wanted to stick his tongue out at him there, but instead he just chuckled. If that didn't prove that he had listened every once in a while in school, nothing would. "Other than Isaac, I meant." He frowned. It seemed Peter only won arguments by default lately, no one felt stubborn enough to argue with him. It wasn't quite as fulfilling, he had to say, but he wasn't going to force his brother to argue with him, that would be stupid. "I'm not that social." He chuckled. "I've barely even left my apartment since I got here. Nice try, though." He chuckled and shook his head at Josiah's interpretation of his job. "Yeah, cause it pays the bills." He said, crossing his arms. "Well, more like childbirth. But that's a fact of life, right?" He paused. "I thought life was supposed to be looked at through rose colored glasses." He shook his head, frowning. Peter enjoyed sarcasm as much as the next person, unless that next person was Josiah, no one enjoyed sarcasm as much as Josiah, but come on now, he didn't even know Presley. "Thanks a lot, buddy." He said flatly, taking a gulp of his coffee. "Normal's a relative term, however, so, I'll try my best, but I make no promises." He continued defensively, though why he was getting defensive now at all times in this conversation, he wasn't completely sure.

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