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rannveig continued to snigger as his brother dipped his muzzle into the fractured shell, resurfacing just to drop a bomb that totally killed his joke.

the l word.

rannveig's giggle cut-mid iggle, his jaw clapping shut with a snap. mcexcuse, what, come again? love?

like his legs had come out from under him, rannveig was forced to sit. and he did so, primly -- stiffly even, as if the movement had been rehearsed a thousand times and therefore, had lost its fluidity.

his gaze raked across his brother, just to make sure there wasn't part of his brain spilling from his ears, or he hadn't sustained massive internal trauma.

"love?" rannveig scoffed, pulling his head back and pinning his ears.

"gay."