If there was one thing that Three had learned in his short existence, it was to stay out of the way when his older brothers were fighting. This latest row had him hiding inside the nearest wardrobe, half-buried in a nest of fur coats with his spindly hands clamped over his ears as he tried to muffle the shouting. He hadn't meant to let Rabbit know what had happened, but with Three wandering the halls looking so lost and dejected, it hadn't been hard for his eldest brother to guess, and if there was one thing that Three was worse at than subtlety, it was lying.
This was all his fault. His fault that The Spine didn't like him, his fault that his brothers were fighting again, his fault that The Spine had left and hadn't come back yet. What if he was gone for good?
Gradually, Three crept out of the wardrobe, and managed to edge out the back door unnoticed while the other family members began preparing to search for his missing brother. It was his fault, so he should be the one to fix the situation. Maybe if he found The Spine first, he'd be able to apologize properly.
"... The Spine?" He called out across the backyard, as quietly as he could manage. Calling somebody's name while trying not to be loud was hard, okay?
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This was all his fault. His fault that The Spine didn't like him, his fault that his brothers were fighting again, his fault that The Spine had left and hadn't come back yet. What if he was gone for good?
Gradually, Three crept out of the wardrobe, and managed to edge out the back door unnoticed while the other family members began preparing to search for his missing brother. It was his fault, so he should be the one to fix the situation. Maybe if he found The Spine first, he'd be able to apologize properly.
"... The Spine?" He called out across the backyard, as quietly as he could manage. Calling somebody's name while trying not to be loud was hard, okay?