In which Pitchiner asks a question and Proto is a troll.
Most of the time he just conveniently forgets that Pitch and Proto are somehow related. Other than being pale with dark hair they don’t look anything alike, and they certainly don’t act alike, thank the Lacrosse Gods for that. Sometimes it’s hard to recall that they weren’t complete strangers before they all moved in together.
Like right now; they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Proto knitting and Pitch re-sewing a fraying hemline while watching a dreary, black and white foreign film. Pitchiner narrows his eyes and tries to find any similarities between Proto’s content half smile and Pitch’s disgruntled look of concentration, but other than being craft-y and enjoying the same type of movie he finds none.
'Half cousins', Pitch calls them, but what is a 'half cousin' anyway?
"How are you guys related again?"
Pitch tosses him an annoyed look and flippantly opens his mouth to give the same answer he always does, so Pitchiner casually seals his palm over his lips and ignores the way Pitch nips at his fingers.
“Specifically. If you had a family tree in front of you right now, what would the path from one to the other be?”
"Why, I’m his third cousin’s brother’s wife’s step-niece’s uncle." Proto sets down his knitting to take a loud sip of his tea. "Twice removed."
Pitch seems floored by this information, but he shakes it off and nods in an all knowing fashion while prying Pitchiner’s hand away from his face.
"What he said. Calling us half cousins just makes it easier."
"Ah." Pitchiner allows his curiosity to be sated for now, but he can’t help but feel a little suspicious.
Something about that description had seemed awfully familiar.