“Look at them,” Tanthos muttered. “Aren’t they despicable, Arktos? Promising love and money one day, and running away the next? Trying to stay young forever? And love—what is this love? It’s hardly love at all!” His gold-tinted eyes gleamed in disdain and amusement.
“Indeed,” agreed Arktos.
“Humans,” Tantos snorted.
“Mm. Which is why I fail to see the reason of your dragging us down here when we could have gone to Xysensia for vacation. Earth is such a vile place.”
“Why, I wanted to laugh at the little Earthlings, of course. Xysensia’s environment is beautiful—it is, after all, the tropical center of the universe—but it’s so terribly dull. Here, my dear little brother, one may watch all the soap opera drama you want!”
“Unlike some undignified creatures, I’m not amused by watching Earthlings fight amongst themselves.”
Tanthos laughed. “You always were the serious one. Perhaps you are suited to Xysensia: you’re both so dull.”
“And I suppose you fit Earth: you’re both irrational, idiotic, and smelly."
A mock frown spread on Tanthos's face. "Why, how rude! I thought you were supposed to respect your elders!"
Arktos's golden eyes stared at the people below their third-floor apartment window. "Look at that man! See him?"
"See what? I was busy weeping over the fact that my little brother no longer respects me."
Arktos ignored the hint. "He's an imbecile, like they all are."
"Why? What did he do?"
"He's trying to convince the clerk he paid for those items."
"Here's how it works: if the man can argue heatedly and semi-reasonably enough, the clerk will let him keep it, under the thought 'It's only a small item and I don't want to deal with it.' Then, the man thinks 'Since I got away with that, I'll try something larger next time.' And it escalates."
"Won't the owner have something to do with it?"
"It's a cheap stall. That clerk is probably the owner. Oh--see? Just like I said."
"True, true. They should just arrest the man. Humans are far too merciful. That's why they have so many troubles!" Tanthos laughed. "They are an amusing race."
Arktos stretched and flexed his arm. "And of all infuriating matters, we have to look like the idiots as well."
"Well, can't let the humans see our true forms. They're so overreactive that we'd be all over the--what is it?--the Internet, and we'd never be able to return again."
"I'd like that," muttered Arktos. Tanthos patted his shoulder comfortingly, but he didn't mean it and both of them knew it.
A/N: Yet another beginning of a story I may do. The story's plot is not what it looks like here, but I don't have anything else written yet so here is the first part.