While his younger brother sleeps on overhead, a dangerous criminal now free to roam his room, Mois sleeps for only a half an hour before a soft hand on his back rousts him from his uncomfortable sleep. Looking up into the smiling face for his brother's driver the elder Vandros shakes off a bit of the fog from his mind and offers a nod to the smiling slave. Coughing he stand and gives the young elf a soft look. “If you see him before I do, can you tell that pest of a brother of mine that if he doesn't start eating regular meals, I'm going to force feed him?” Uwin nods seriously before chuckling lightly and motioning for the slaves peeking out from the kitchen to clear the table. The boy may be young, but he is one who is not afraid of the Masters. 

Mois moves out of the slaves' way and walks towards the garage, Uwin following silently behind him. The human glances over his shoulder, curious, but then recalls that the young elf likes to sleep in the little shack in the garage, always there and ready should Alexi need him. [i]'He's such a sweet kid. I wonder if he'd stay. . . .'[/i] He glances back once more, earning a curious look from the smaller male, however he ignores it, instead looking to the control device on the boy's wrist. [i]'Another one of my brother's -humane control- line. I wonder how much he actually makes off of those. I know that a lot of owners do not want their slave damaged like a lot of the stuff on the market does, or has the potential to do, but all that thing does is knock the slave out. It works long distance, but I don't see a lot of people wanting them. . .'[/i]

He sighs softly, earning another curious look, however Uwin knows better than to ask. [i]'Master Mois is a private man, he only shares with Master Alexi. I hope there is nothing bad going on between them. . .That would be the worst! They are the only family they have. . .'[/i] The little elf lets out a sigh of his own before ducking off into the shack, getting back to sleep. The kitchen staff had to wake him up to deal with Mois, knowing that if they left the plate with the half finished sandwich there too long that they would get bugs, and no one wants that.

Mois wanders all the way through the garage and out the side door. Following the path to his house he grumbles lightly at his brother's no show as he pushes the door open, growling lightly to himself as he makes his way through the smallish living area and into his bedroom. “Seriously Alexi, with your plan in place, scaring me to death and worrying me into an early grave, you could at least let me see you once a day to reassure me you're alive. . .Stupid little brother. . .” Sighing again, realizing he's doing a lot of that which makes him sigh once again, he strips down and flops on to his bed with a grunt. “Stupid Alexi. . ..Why you. . . .” Mois already knows the answer to that one, however he'd rather not admit it. Not just yet.