	"Oh thank you so much for this, you are wonderful!" He looks lightly dazed down at the two teenagers standing in front of him, one smiling up at him pleasantly, the other, looking rather annoyed, staring at anything but him. Slowly his gaze moves upward, meeting the eye of his neighbour, a homely looking Vixen, with a big breasts, big hair, a big belly and sausage legs. "I never would have asked you, but I have no-one else to turn to. Well you know how it goes." He did not, but he smiled nonetheless.
"Well of course, I-"
"Well wonderful, simply wonderful. Oh I need to get going, can't be late. So wonderful you are willing to do this, so utterly wonderful."
"I'm happy to, can I perhaps ask when you think you will-"
"Fantastic, absolutely perfect. Well I need to be off, you kids be good, bye!"
Aaaand... she's gone. It is amazing how such a woman can have this much energy. Then again if she would stand still for too long she'd probably burst. He slowly closes the door, turning around to his two houseguests, both looking around curiously at the things in his hallway, although admittingly one does so with more interest than the other. "So... you guys are brothers."

	Both sets of faces turn to him, slowly. It is remarkable to consider that these two are brothers, they are nothing alike. The gloomy one, Sato, a lean, well defined snowfox, whose bushy tail languidly waves from side to side, his form wrapped in a t-shirt and jeans that seem just a little on the snug side, has his arms crossed while he leans up casually against the doorframe. The other, the cheerfully smiling Aki, a bushy haired liger, whose stripes playfully crisscross his entire body, who, as always, wears a shirt that is lightly tainted along the edges with glue, paint and ink. The text on his chest declares cheerfully that ‘artists do it better'. "We were adopted." Sato states, making their host flinch. He says it like it is an accusation, ‘we are adopted and it is your fault...dad.' It wasn't, of course, he was not their father. He was the guy who lived down the street from them. He knew them, vaguely, mostly by face from the yearly block party. 
"Aren't you going to show us the guest room?"
"Oh right, of course, this way."

	Leading them down the hall with the cheap light blue carpet that had been left behind by the previous owners, so had seen its fair share of wear, down to the right where they enter the living room/kitchen, the idea creeps up on him that it is slightly odd to dump these two boys with their neighbour. They seem old enough to take care of themselves, at least for a short period of time. His living room isn't half as messy as you'd expect it to be, from a young bachelor who spends most of his time outside; working, playing sports, going out, rather than inside. Aki almost immediately starts exploring his surroundings curiously, though politely holding his hands on his back. Sato seems unimpressed by the surroundings,even the large flatscreen tv dominating the middle of the room, or the large couch right in front of it. He takes them to a door near the far end of the room. "Your room is through here. It is just the guest room, and it only has one bed, though if one of you would like to stay on the couch, that is fine too."
"Nah, we'll manage." Aki responds happily, testing the springs of the bed by half leaping up on it, bouncing up before landing again. "Won't we Sato?" The fox grins at that, though says little else. 
"So...ok... great."
"Does the TV work?"
"In here? Erm... no... well poorly. I got digital TV installed like a week ago, that only has minimal cable."
"Hn."
"So where is the fridge?" Aki has already slipped past him into the living room.
"Over there, in the corner. The tall door"
"Thanks uncle Brenner."
"Uncle, wait what?"
Behind him Sato snickers, brushing past him on his way to the big sofa, dropping down on it, tail draped over his feet, his legs apart so anyone entering the room looks straight at his groin, and start flipping through the channels with a bored, disinterested look on his face.

	For a moment there, Brenner has no idea who of the two he should follow, the teen on the couch or the one who, judging from the sound, is tearing down half his kitchen. He opts to leave Sato on his perch, believing that he was the one probably going to get in the least amount of trouble. "What are you doing?"
The rear of the feline is just sticking out of one of the cupboards, tail waving from side to side in an almost obscene way. The ruckus continues until finally Aki emerges, grinning happily while holding one of his barely used pans. 
"Making dinner." What does it look like? His tone seems to ask of him. 
"You really don't have to do-."
"Oh but I'm happy to do it. ‘t takes me no effort at all." And with that, plus a little shoo gesture to get him to move, the feline continues on his way, diving into the fridge from which he starts dragging all sorts of ingredients, before rummaging through more cabinets, searching for more stuff until most of the kitchen is packed with so many pots and pans as it can carry, far more than have ever been there in the long time Brenner has been living here. Brenner, the husky, employee of a, rather successful, business consultancy firm, a guy who until that point in his life has always managed to breeze through anything life threw his way, just gawkes as his household is taken over by these two. He sinks down on one of his chairs near the sleek, metal dining room table.

~*~*~*~*~*~

	Nearly breaking his neck over the watery mess on hall of his building, he shakes the water from his fur. For heaven's sake, someone seemed to have forgotten to turn the damn tap off up there. He jams his key into the lock, stepping into his own apartment, shouting an ‘I'm home' down the hall, being very surprised if either one of his ‘guests' would pop out to greet him. He shakes his head again the small drops of water spraying everywhere. Putting up his coat he follows the muffled sound to his own living room that by now has been transformed in a place he barely recognises. True the two teenagers are neat enough, for teenagers, yet the problem was... well they were always there. Brenner was a guy who, thus far, had always lived alone. Having two others here, all the time, was odd. At times he simply forgot they were there, until he walked into his living room, into a usual mess. Today, as usual, when he enters he finds them in their regular positions, Aki in the kitchen, working on some new exotic meal, working as ever with dozens of pots and pans, never so much as wearing an apron, and Sato, on the couch, flipping through the channels on the big screen television.

	Between the both of them, despite his love for cooking, Aki was probably the least disconcerting. The liger always made a mess, but always managed to, somehow, before dinner time, managed to make everything look spick-and-span. Sato seems lethargic at the best of times. Today is not any different. Entering his living room his nostrils are assaulted by the smell of good cooking, while at the same time he hears the rapid exchange of conversations and topics from the television. Aki pokes his head out of the kitchen for just half a second, smiling. 
"Oh hey there." As if he hadn't just loudly announced his arrival.
Sato is on the couch, wearing little else than a pair of black pyjama pants, one paw crammed under the waistband, doing heaven knows what. Never satisfied with what is on, he hops from channel to channel, staying only for a few seconds, if that, on one net, before hopping on to the next one. His expression and the way he is sprawled lazily on the couch show an obvious lack of interest in pretty much anything. For just half a second his eyes leave the screen, observing the intruder into his realm. 
"Hey, Bren." He grunts, "There is fuck all to watch on this shit."

	Brenner does not even respond anymore, having decided a few weeks ago to ignore the rudeness of the teen. Instead he falls in one of the chairs, staring at the rapidly changing pictures on the screen, casting a casual glance over at the other male, taking in the lithe body that lay outstretched on his sofa. Unconsciously his tongue dances along the upper side of his teeth, trailing along his canines. The fox's fur was pale, almost unusually so, as if never so much as a spec of dirt had touched it throughout all of his life, and yet it fitted. Not even making him look arrogant or stuck up, but rather as if he were, an ephemeral creature, born from myth. His headfur had been dyed black, with deep purple streaks running through casually falling to one side, reaching over along his face, until it covered much of his right eye. It is a small miracle he can still see the screen properly. Sato's gaze flicks over in his direction, and a small smirk flickers over his lips before he goes back to mindlessly gazing at the telly screen again. The moment those eyes touch him, his own find an excuse to stare at the screen, though he is unable to see the enjoyment of doing this all day. Those eyes always carried within them a fierceness, while at the same time radiating that ever present attitude of ‘I do not give a shit'. And yet, the fox seemed... handsome, along the lines of being considered ‘pretty'.
	
	Brenner shakes his head, realizing he is staring, a little bit too long. 
"Everything kosher over there?" He blinks, noticing Sato is staring at him. For how long as the teen- 
"No everything is fine. Was just thinking... About the television and stuff."
Sato yawns, stretching and slowly rising from his place on the couch. The canine was about a head shorter than he was, perhaps a bit more. "Doesn't matter. I'll go and put on a shirt. Think Aki is almost done now."
The husky's eyes linger for a second on those low riding bottoms, before they snap up meeting the other's gaze. "Right, good idea."

A heavy smell was wafting from there, teasing his nostrils ever so lightly. He loathes to get up and check on Aki, pretty certain he was going to get a full blown heart attack when he sees the mess in there, regardless of whether or not the feline cleans it up just as neatly. Still. He rises with a soft grunt. 
"Smells good."
"Whu? Why thank you."
The place is oddly neat. There are quite a number of pans standing here and there, and a collection of little bowls which he did not know he had possessed, but everything was clean, neat, in order, and Aki was sitting at the dinner table, reading. A cookbook, it had of course to be a cookbook. The liger was dressed, more so than his brother, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, stating: ‘I like it hard' with a symbol of the country's best known calculator firm beneath it.
"What you making?"
"Beef Teriyaki."
Brenner sticks his nose in the wafting steam coming of off the pot. He inhales, deeply. It smells... like bliss.
"You cook often?"
"All the time." The other says with a blissful grin.
"It's a goddamned miracle you two are so slim."
The liger snickers, petting his flat belly. "Well we do our best."
"Well I better put on a change of shirt before we eat."
"You do that, dinner is in 20."
"I'll be there."