THEY'RE GONNA LIVE // P AU // UNTIL THEY DIE

While his brother went off to school and got himself a respectable job, Miles went in nearly the opposite direction. He barely got himself out of high school after his mother's death, he just didn't find education a priority in his life. Finding out who killed the woman who raised him was the only thing on his mind. And while his siblings split off to find actual careers, Miles was hunting down other degenerates of the same kind. It was ironic how his brother ended up examining dead bodies while he diced some of them up. However, much like his brother, his usual attitude and aura didn't seem reflect his actual occupation. It seemed like tragedy taught the suffers how to have the perfect facades.

The other Grimes was already seated inside the little cafe, currently tapping away at his phone. Clear the Jelly. He was clearing the fucking jelly, how come he couldn't get to the next level? Dark brows furrowed, he impatiently tapped at the glass screen, hoping that it was a stupid glitch of some sort. But to no avail. With a short sigh, he exited out of the shitty game app and looked out the window to check out the pedestrians and clusterfuck of a street. And oh boy, there was his brother. A grin crept to his face as he waved through the glass shop front. He wasn't sure if Nate could see him but he was pretty stoked to see the other man.

When Nate entered the establishment, Miles got up to greet the other man, embracing the forensic pathologist in a tight hug before releasing them. "It's good to see you too, man," he laughed as he eyed the other male from head to toe, "Speaking of 'good', you're looking fine as well. Have girls been hitting you up nonstop?" He grinned as he seated himself once more at the table he had claimed for the two of them. Was that too soon to ask? Nah, they were bros. Even if they fell apart, like the whole fam, they still knew things about each other that tied them together for life.

"Nah, haven't ordered yet, but I'll take your advice," he then answered, finally deciding to open the menu that he had been neglecting earlier. Nate always had solid advice. Though Miles considered himself intelligent to some degree, Nate's mental ability would always trump his. They were born like that. "Uhm, let'see, what kind should I get? Chocolate? Banana? What's your fave?"

Nathanael was the same, it seemed. The classic soft spoken genius that wanted no trouble and stayed humble as hell. He was glad that his brother didn't change. However he did note that his response was rather morbid, and probably too real. But working with dead people all the time probably helped to cultivate a morbid sense of humor, he could understand that. "That's a shame," he grinned in response before fully turning his attention to the prospective foods. A breakfast combo? That's what he liked to hear. Lots of food and variety for a cheaper price. Who didn't like to save money? "I'll probs get the steak and eggs," Miles pondered aloud as he skimmed the menu, "with chocolate pancakes." Glancing up from the laminated paper, he then asked, "and you?"

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<sup>He caught the longing tone, glancing up slightly from the menu when he did. Hell, out of all the people in the world, Nate deserved to be the happiest. His (barely) older brother was such a kind soul, they did nothing wrong, hopefully they could meet some nice tough man or woman who could stomach the sight of blood. Speaking of queasiness to blood and death, considering how graphic shit was these days in the media, he couldn't grasp why there were still some people who fainted at such topics. A bunch of pussies they were.

As for his food amount, he couldn't help being a fatass. He expended plenty of his calories, he needed to make sure he was fed, after all, who liked working on a empty stomach. He had a long night later in the evening anyway, so he had to prepare himself. "Solid choice," Miles then remarked, as he finally pressed the menu back onto the table, signifying that he was done with it. Coffee was probably a good idea but he decided to stick with the complementary water for now. Pale eyes making assertive contact with a waitress, Miles smiled at her as she made her way down to their table.

"Hello, miss. How are you doing on this fine day?" he began, hoping that politeness would raise the level of service they were getting today. It worked 99% of the time. Thankfully, this certain waitress would fall into the larger percentage as well, good job, Miles, keep up the effort. After a brief moment of conversation, he then segued into his order of steak and eggs with pancakes. He then shifted his attention to Nate, half wondering how specific their order of a sandwich and a cup of coffee could get.</sup>

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