Entering the arena? The brothers looked at each other upon that assumption. That could be one of the reasons for buying him; using him to make up for the cost of purchasing him and perhaps gaining more. However, they weren’t even sure if Rosalie planned to dapple in that area. She’s never mentioned it once, come to think of it, but at this point, the two young men were willing to go with anything as long as it calmed their parents. 

“You-“ Eric was interrupted by a nudge to his side from his brother, urging him to bite his tongue for now and refrain himself from saying what he really had in mind. Instead, he corrected himself with, “you’re right. I apologise,” and bowed his head, looking at the floor. His father had taught his boys to stand up for themselves, for what they believed was the right thing, and it bothered Eric that he seemed to be forgetting that. But, to look at it from a different perspective, he would be as furious as his father if he found out that his child or children had been keeping something -as possibly dangerous as Gore- from him.

“We’ll find a way to replace the rifle - whether it’s on our own or with Gore’s help, dad.” Sigmund offered a lazy smile that was obviously inappropriate for the situation, but it was his way of easing himself out of a difficult one. What he didn’t often realise was that something like this caused people to become unable to take him seriously despite the firm tone he had in his voice. When their father left the room, Sigmund had to wait through a scolding from his mother before she left and he was finally able to lean over to his brother and speak about what had happened. Hearing hurried footsteps running in the general direction of Rosalie’s room, both brothers stared for a bit, considering that their answer.
“Sigmund! You’re doing groceries!” Came her voice, upset yet demanding.

The young man stood up with a sigh, raising his arms in exasperation. “Can someone please tell me why I’m the one always being called, [i]first[/I]? Why isn’t it ever your name then mine?”
His brother only sighed and adjusted his glasses with a shrug. “Maybe because you’re the one with a carefree nature that needs to be kept in check, brother. As you were saying?”
“Rosalie seems furious.. Uhh.. Oh! That’s right! I was just saying that my name keeps being called, first. Instead of ‘Eric, Sigmund, do this’, it’s-“ Hearing his name and Eric’s called from behind, Sigmund spun around on his heel and gestured almost over-dramatically to get his point across, not yet realising who it was. “Exactly that! Sigmund and Eric! See? What did I tell y- oh! Gore, hi!” He hadn’t even noticed that he was called by his name and not just ‘Siggy’ at this point. He smiled, “hey, there, buddy.”
“As you can see, my brother’s more concerned over the order of our names when called than he is with the replacement of father’s rifle..” Eric cut in with a sigh, standing up as well.
“That’s not true! I was just getting to my point which was.. yeah, names.” The tallest of the two shook his head, becoming more serious now. “The arena is a good idea, I suppose, but obviously, you’re going to have to run that by Rosalie, isn’t that right? Now isn’t the best time to speak to her, though.” 
“Or you can help out in the store we have while my brother and I work off the payment. That’s another way you could help out.” It was clear that none of them dared to ask what had just happened outside, deciding, and very wisely, mind you, to leave it well alone.

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Having tasked Sigmund to fill in for her turn on getting the groceries, she would have to offer to take his turn next time around. Since then, Rosalie had stayed in her room out of the want to avoid anymore drama, choosing to skip out on dinner for the night, as well. She wasn’t all too hungry after the events of today, to be honest. It would save her having to look the Clearwaters in the eye, as well.
She stretched as she walked over to draw the curtains back and stare out the window. It was cloudy tonight with only the occasional glimpse of a few stars out in the sky. It looked rather gloomy, she thought to herself with a slight nod as her gaze swept across the other houses, all lit and rather cosy compared to hers. In the household, it was far from it. 

Rosalie’s eyes then landed on the shed where Gore was residing, thinking back to what he had said as she sat on the edge of her bed. Her body still ached a little from earlier, but it was nothing when she could still move. She clenched her fists until they grew pale, body trembling with frustration and eyes beginning to fill with tears. He really had no right to do that. Was a title really worth that much to a dragon? Why was it to make Gore react like that? She just didn’t understand. Was it something very much similar to a famous singer or actor?  That couldn’t be right, Rosalie thought whilst shaking her head. Dragons were obviously so much more different in terms of thinking and belief, but what had made Gore stick to this so closely that he almost refuses to come to terms with the changes that had taken place since he had last been awake?

“Stubborn, stupid dragon.” The girl muttered under her breath, lying down, gripping tightly onto one of her pillows out of frustration. “Tame but not as tame as they said he’d be. Today was his fault. All his fault.” she thought, rubbing her eyes. “Idiot.” If Gore heard her now, she wouldn’t care. He knew she was mad, and she still was. Nothing had changed since morning and she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to change in a while. It didn’t mater, though, considering that there weren’t any plans to be around him for long to begin with. With that thought in mind, she began to close her eyes.