A/N: This is not good considering the amount of time I made you all wait for this. I'm really, really sorry. I'll try to turn out a better product if you guys even want me to continue this.

The whirring of machines is what he both falls asleep and wakes to and he rubs at his eyes, unconsciously smearing engine oil across the side of his face as someone steps in, his head snapping up as he hears footsteps. "Ehh… what?" He notices his brother and grins, waving a hand while turning his attention back to the internal combustion engine he was building, metal parts still scattered about the desk.

"Nice makeup." Ravello wiped off his brother's face with the edge of his sleeve, making a face as he tried to get the stain off his clothes.

He rolled his eyes and picked up the aerosol can. "You back off or I'll do worse."

Ravello put his hands up in front of his face. "I give up. Don't worry, I won't touch your precious shiny things."

"Good." He turned back to his engine, working over it with his screwdriver. "I'll have your hands first, if you do."

"I need those." Ravello sounded like he'd thought about it a lot.

He shook his head, wondering how his brother managed to get through a day if he thought this much. "Exactly, bro, exactly."

Ravello found it extremely funny and sat down on one of the tables he wasn't using, pulling out the ocarina that Noah was sure he bought just to annoy him. "What? Just providing a soundtrack here."

He shut out his brother's playing as well as he could, although he had to admit he was really good, and when he couldn't any longer, he turned the engine on, moving over to work on another project while it ran.

"Oh come on!" Ravello shouted over the noise. "It's awesome!"

"You're a genius, I get it. Now stop bothering me." He threw a wrench at him, which Ravello easily dodged.

"You didn't get me!" He stuck his tongue out and dodged the next piece of machinery thrown his way.

Noah shut off the engine, walking up to him with an expression that was nothing short of fury. "I said, get out."

Ravello tackled him to the floor, getting both of their clothes dirty and they rolled around on the garage floor, slapping at each other like little children. "You're stupid!" "You're dumb!"

Their father looked in, about to intervene, and both boys stopped, quickly getting up and brushing themselves off, adjusting clothes and trying to look more put together. "You're okay, boys?"

"Yes, Dad." They chorused, still shooting looks at each other, as he left.

"Well, I've gotta get that these things together." Noah scratched his head, still smiling.

"Yup." Ravello shoved the ocarina back in his pocket. "I'll stay out of your little head then." He patted his shoulder. "You have fun."

He nodded, turning back to his engines. His brother was a welcome distraction. Sometimes. Not right now.