Brooding

Cyd twisted the left side of her lips into a smirk as she looked over at her brother. "Those are definitely your brooding shoulders,” she quipped, pointing at him with the mug she held. "And just an FYI, North is the other way,” She shook made a gimme motion so she could throw his laundry in the washer while he got ready. “Besides, you really think crossing the border is our best option? I see that as nothing but trouble”