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open to corliss - quentin, corliss
WHO: quentin, corliss
WHAT: talking at home
STATUS: unfinished, open thread



The age gap between Quentin and Corliss left little room for brotherly teasing. While most older brothers beat their younger ones up and teased them, Quentin more or less had spent a lot of his time growing up taking care of his younger sibling. Their father was a very busy man, and while Quen's schedule was starting to get that way too, he was still the one that stayed behind to look after Corliss whenever their father was too far away to do so. Someone had to look after the kid, he still had a lot to learn. Sometimes Quentin wondered if they really shared the same DNA, but when you put them next to one another it was quite obvious. They had the same color hair and very similar features, both slim though Quentin had a bit more cut to him than his scrawny little brother. He knew how difficult things were for Corliss, how much the boy tried to do his best to please their father but sometimes it just seemed as if the kid was a walking disaster. While their father could be so hard on him, Quentin tried to just take care of him and show him the way as best as he could.

Tonight he was waiting for his little brother to come while he cooked them something to eat. He'd rented some movies and was even planning on making rootbeer floats, something Corliss had loved since he was small. Well, smaller, because the kid was still small. Quentin had some steaks on the grill and he'd just finished the mashed potatos and set to work on the corn on the cob when he heard the front door open up.

"Cory, that you?" he called out.