Should I kill you or love you? (One on One/Closed)

(it's fine)

Max smiled brightly at him and hugged back, he quickly got up and sat down on the couch to watch the movie with him.

James smiles and watches the movie. After a little while though, he hopes off the couch and walks to the closet, "Can we play a game?" He asks excitedly. He giggles a little before walking to Max and poking his leg, "Tag! You're it!" he says, giggling loudly before running off.

Max quickly rolled off the couch and chased James while laughing, "Run faster or I'm going to get you!"

James squeals loudly and rushes into his brothers room. He comes to an abrupt halt. He was never allowed into his brothers room if he wasn't there, and now he understood. Weapons lined the walls, mostly daggers, but a scythe glinted on the wall beside the bed. Files are strewn across the desk with people having their faces crossed off. 'Terminated' written on each of them. He gives a quiet whimper. The poor kid was only 8, but he never knew about his brothers works. He just thought he worked at a cafe.

Max glanced around the room and quickly picked up James then went back to the living room. "Are you okay James?"

He whimpers softly, holding onto Max. "What was that?" He sniffles softly. His poor little body was trembling, his eyes wide with fear and tears. He nuzzles into Max's shoulder, clutching to the other tightly in terror.

Max hugs him tightly, "It's okay." He wasn't sure what to do since he was usually terrible at dealing with emotional people.

James sniffles softly, clinging onto Max for dear life. He just needed to be held. That's all it took to calm him down. "Why would V have something like that?" He mutters softly, staring at his brothers door in fear.

"I don't know," Max kept hugging him while trying to think of what James' brother's job could be.

While Max was trying to keep James calm, V got a call. He answers, going somewhere more private since his boss only called him when it was an emergency. "Reaper here." he growls, his voice going low. "Grim, I have a job for you. We've got a rich brat that needs taken care of." He boss says. "I'll send you the files tonight. The basics is, her parents need…" He cuts his boss off, "Relax, just send me the files." He pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking a causal breath before slowly letting the smoke curl around him.

Max kept hugging James, trying to keep him calm while wondering what his brother's job could be. What could his job be?

"Fine. Also, take the day off, you have a job to prepare for after all." He nods and dials home. James hears the phone ring and he scrambles down. He answers, "Hello?"
"Hey little bro! I got the day off, so I'll be home in about 10 minutes, kay?" Velius says cheerfully. James nods, "Okay. See you soon." He says softly before putting the phone back down into its receiver.

"Who's coming over?" Max asked as pushed up his glasses and ran a hand through his hair.

James sighs softly, "Velius got the day off." He says quietly as he walks back to the other and jumps onto the couch, curling up.

"Is something wrong, James?" Max set next to him on the couch.

He shakes his head, "No." he says softly. He curls up next to the other and sighs a little.

"Okay then." Max smiled at him and hugged him.

James hugs back, nuzzling into Max's shoulder. A few moments later Velius enters with a wide grin. "Hey little bro. Hey Max." He sets down the bag with the warm cinnamon rolls on the counter and claps his hands together as he removes his shoes. "I brought you guys a treat since I got the day of." He says cheerfully.

Max looked up at smile warmly at him. "Hey V, can I talk to you for a second? In private?" He asked as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair.

Velius blinks and nods, his smile faltering slightly. "Yes of course, is everything okay?" He leads him into the hall and glances at the other, "Is James okay?" his voice tremors. If his brother was hurt or sick, he wasn't sure what to do.

"Yes, James is perfectly fine. But why the hell do you have weapons in your room?" Max asked.

He starts slightly then chuckles nervously. "Hehe. I collect weapons." he says lightly. He shrugs slightly.

"But why? and don't try and lie to me."

"I collect weapons. Isn't that obvious? I mean there's me and my close bond with sharp objects, but whatever." He shrugs lightly.

"Do you use them for your job?"

"No, I train with them, but I don't use them." He hums in thought, looking at the other with curiosity.
"How did you know about my weapons anyway?" He asks, glaring at the other.

"I-uhm-um-uh-" Max looked away while nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

He rolls his eyes, "So what exactly gave you the faintest idea to go into my room, when I made it very clear that I didn't want people going into my room. Did James go in there?" Fury is evident in his voice.

Max nodded very slightly while blushing in embarrassment, still looking away.

His eyes widen. "Oh… god… That must've terrified the poor thing!" He walks into the kitchen and hugs his little brother, his attitude completely changing. James clings onto his older brother, sniffling a little bit.