"I think you'd... be one to talk to about family problems, right?"

"Admittedly... I feel like my brother and I are due for a collision course that might end up in... death. I don't want it to get that far of course, but it's like... he can't stop."

((You ever have that emotion where you bury your grandparent's ashes on Saturday, think you're fine and then like 60 minutes earlier you have a monstrous breakdown and end up crying in front of 50 or so fellow workers. That's me. Kill me.))

((Hey, run me over with a car pls.))

((... I need to vent.))

((Well, that's the wrong word.))

((I'm at my limit.))

((Some of y'all are really great /s))

He sighed, sitting on a bench, legs crossed as he watched traffic go by, those ice wings spreading and flapping in the light wind as he puts his hands on his knees. "Annoyed... Like... really fucking annoyed."

((Apologies for taking a break... I had... IRL problems.))

"... I would... if I could. But... he's taken something that I need to get back. Above all costs. That's the most important thing."

"... I don't know if I can accept it. Look, it's... it's family related, fuck. It's hard to put the whole thing in words, he's got a brother of mine fucked up... mentally."

Deep sigh as he rubs his forehead, those icy wings twitching. "... I don't know... I don't know. I wish I had an answer but... ugh... It's a complicated thing."

"It's fine, I need to plan the whole thing out anyways... I don't even know where they are, and that's the most frustrating thing. It's like I have to wait for someone to show up to only get about a small amount of information about where they are." Exasperated sigh.