Of the various looks Ray often gave him, the sharp glare was one of the worst. It signified annoyance, frustration, and above all else the time to stop. Burt, while often someone who seeks peace in these sort of scenarios, hated to be so serious with his brothers. He had grown up with them for Merlin's sake and wasn't equipped with proper means to converse with them without prodding them with insults or joking about their success. This behavior was often reciprocated, much to the man's liking, but on some occasions, such as this, it was hard to tell if this reciprocation was out of good fun or actual anger.

This feeling quickly dispersed upon feeling the sharp pinch from the towel. He knew Ray would get out of that brawling mood at some point. "Hey now, who do you think you're messin' with?" He said with a grin as he darted towards the shirt his brother had recently discarded. "I got a deadly weapon here and I'm not afraid to use it." As the wizard gripped the bottom of the shirt, he immediately gagged and began coughing. "Might do me in before you, though," he choked out. His free hand moved to cover his nose as he inched closer to the brawler.

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