(Author's POV)
"Where are you going, Dion?" Alaric asked when he saw Dion all clad up in his professional attire. He was in a clearwater blue shirt and black striped trousers, looking all dapper.
Dion munched on the apples and kiwis in his plate as he replied, initially with a slight pause, "Ahh~ …. I~ I am going to Red Stone."
Alaric, who was in the middle of cutting his sunny side up egg, stopped. He then raised his sapphires ever so slightly to give his younger brother a hard, deadpan look. He refrained from saying anything and just kept looking at him in the same manner. After yesterday's spat, Alaric thought Dion would come to his senses and not be adamant about going to Red Stone, but clearly that wasn't happening.
