The source [Tsxero]

"Get out..." Tsxero said with a little glare to his brother. His brother silenced and looked a little crestfallen before hopping down and stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out with a somber expression. Little bastard knew he was in trouble now. "Yup, nosey. That's why I looked at the face and did the stuff. Best part of my charm right there." he said lamely before he walked out the door and turned down the hallway. Tsxero looked from the door and his little brother's direction and returned his attention to Alpha.

That was an oddly specific report from a video log, and Alpha's life was in very real danger at the moment, though the danger stemmed from the fact Tsxero gave away absolutely no signs that he were even influenced by emotion or the information he processed. "My little brother is indeed nosy. It tends to get him in trouble. Yelled at...Captured and tortured by humans. Then I have to save him and things get really colorful. Really quick." He said with a sigh, as if his little brother exhausted him. Probably because his brother did exhaust him, but he actually had to thank his brother for this one... him being nosey paid off big time.

"Well I can see the depth that trust can be placed. With that, if you have no other questions?" Tsxero asked with a step back and a curious look to Alpha.

He shouldn't have let the male stay here, this was something he should have expected to happen. So many thoughts flowed through his mind, possibilities one after another as to what could happen now that they had seen it. Most of them suggested nothing, but then again what did he know about them? With the stimulation came a dull aching in the back of his head, one that grew until it was a sharp stabbing sensation. Luckily, he would not be here for too long, the one that had so rudely went through his files and yet something told him that a schism had been created. However, he had no questions, only a sinking feeling that he may have been in some kind of danger. Dark whispers that tugged at the edge of his mind suggesting something.

”No, no more questions at all.” A mention was made of trust, but all he could feel about that statement was a sharp edge to it. Perhaps he could not trust him, but that then made two, as the laptop would begin to shut itself down. Nervously, he licked his lips, only to taste iron, slick and warm across his tongue; blood. It seemed this was not the day for him, no, not at all. He sighed softly, almost inaudibly, waiting for the sign that he was alone once again by letting a soft pulse of pressure flow through the room before returning. Running his index finger over his lip, it came back covered in dark red fluid, trying to flow down the digit.

”Well....looks like I have less time than I thought.”