<hr/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Knackered <br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong> Mid-Week|Fall Term|Late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn, Ebony (eventually), Eros to VM  &gt;:)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Most likely Eros and Fox<br/><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">No one in school knows Autumn. No one knows that she is Revelin's sister.</span><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><em>Cheeky bastard.</em> The label would be written on Rev's tombstone, if he ever had one. As far as he remembered, the assigned ringtone of the person calling belonged to his sanctimonious father. Throughout the week, he had been calling and badgering Revelin about keeping his record clean. He texted him at least five times a day about keeping class times. Who the eff taught him how to use text messaging properly?! <em>Eros.</em> <br/><br/>Instead of taking it lying down, Revelin chose to have a little fun with the old stiff. He set his voicemail up to sound like a conversation. It had the musings of a realistic go about. There were pauses in perfect places, '<em>mmmhmms</em>' and '<em>yeah whatevers</em>' where he would usually say them. There was even the static noise and then a string of, "I'm sorry, who did you say this was again? ... Once more?" the message finally ended with a hearty, "Ahh, leave a message you posh tosser." The <strong><em>beeeeep</em></strong> at the end was like a middle finger to the man. Revelin almost wished he could see his father's face when all of this was happening. Once he decided to listen to his voicemail, he'd reckon what all of the fuss was about. For now, his mobile was getting a good muting. Seeing as how it was only adding to the audio assault upon his ears.  <br/><br/>From a young age, Revelin's hearing became hypersensitive. It had to be, when you grew up with a brother as unpredictable as Eros. It did help him attune to his surroundings faster. But when so many things were calling attention to his ears, it was difficult to focus on what was nearby. His ears decided to hear the boom of a book being closed, amid the dying hippo still guffawing. To the unsavory noise of the latter, Revelin let out a plaintive groan. He clenched the fist of his free hand, ready to slam it into the shelf at any given moment.<br/><br/>Rev's eyes widened as he felt the heat of a warm body pressing into his back. For some reason he felt like he was going to get in trouble for cheating, until he realized, he wasn't dating anyone in Jamison. Looking down at the hands that delicately gripped his midsection, Rev's temper simmered. The all too familiar "Revie," confirmed his assumption. <br/><br/>He set his books down, vertically in an opening in one of the shelves. Then with carefulness, he did a slow spin. Coaxing Autumn's arms to stay where they were. Both hands tangled into the tendrils of her hair, just behind her ears. <strong>"Hello Poppet."</strong> He tilted her head up, slightly, to inspect her expression for a few breaths. Then gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. <strong>"Are we skipping Uni today?"</strong> <br/><br/><br/></span>