Brodie Graham | MAA

Brodie grimaces under the hot sun as he stomps across the parking lot on campus, passing giggling students and half-washed cars. His dark green eyes find his brother currently volunteering here at the charity carwash, and his tail lashes in irritation as he marches up to Callum, huffing, “What’s this I hear about ‘academic probation’?”

Callum blanches, grabbing his brother’s arm and dragging him away from his friends, hissing, “Keep yer voice down! It’s nothing serious!”

"Nothing serious?” Brodie repeats in a huff, narrowing his eyes at Callum. In all the generations that have attended MAA, no Grahams have ever flunked out of school, and he’d be damned if he let his brother be the first. His mouth opens once more to scold Callum, but the words die when a wave of water is splashed all over him. He turns sharply to face the culprit, his white t-shirt now nearly see-through and sticking to every ridge of his burly, muscled upper half. He glares at the obviously guilty CraveU user who’s holding a hose in their hand, his voice bitter as he snaps harshly, “Watch where ye're sprayin' that thing.”