[It wasn't all that hard to get into Dexter's house. A little lockpick here, a little sneaking there, and...bam, he was in. It was the dead of night, and there Rudy sat...silent by his brother's bedside, watching him sleep with wide, weary eyes. The thought had occurred to him...how much it hurt that they were apart, how they should be together, like proper brothers...
He had to do something about it.
He fiddled with the roll of duct tape in his hands.]
[Most nights, Dexter had trouble falling asleep, but once he was under, he slept pretty heavy. Were it not for that, he would have probably noticed his nighttime visitor sooner.
That isn't to say that he's having an easy night at all though. He tosses and turns quite a bit, obviously haunted by something as he's dreaming.]
[The sound is soft, very soft, accompanied by a hand reaching out to gently pet Dexter's head. He didn't like seeing him troubled in his sleep...no, he didn't like it one bit. If anyone was going to trouble his brother, it would be him.
Looming close, he keeps up the gentle petting of his head, frowning a little.]
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He had to do something about it.
He fiddled with the roll of duct tape in his hands.]
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That isn't to say that he's having an easy night at all though. He tosses and turns quite a bit, obviously haunted by something as he's dreaming.]
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[The sound is soft, very soft, accompanied by a hand reaching out to gently pet Dexter's head. He didn't like seeing him troubled in his sleep...no, he didn't like it one bit. If anyone was going to trouble his brother, it would be him.
Looming close, he keeps up the gentle petting of his head, frowning a little.]
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