My search for my sister brought me to Prism's room. I rarely went in there despite our rooms being right next to each other. It was true my brother had been a lot less annoying since dad's disappearance than he had been, but as the weeks progressed he was steadily working back up to his old levels of bothersome once more. A sadness did continue to linger about the house, but the constant somberness and seriousness as if someone had died was gone. I usually on went into Prism's room if I was desperate to use a computer or if I was trying to dig up some sort of blackmail to use on him to get him to stop pestering me. Then there was also the fact that I avoided his room because it often smelled how it smelled when I walked in at that particular moment. Prism was big on working out, and the scent of his sweat was not exactly something I preferred.
"Forty." Desire counted the chin-ups Prism was doing.
"I've already passed that!" he said back shakily as he fought slightly to pull himself up another time.
"Well, there have been some that you struggled with, so I didn't count them."
"As long as I get my chin up, they count! It doesn't matter if it takes longer than normal!"
"Whatever," Desire smiled nonchalantly, "You're close enough. Just do a few more, and you'll definitely hit your goal of fifty."
"Some counter you are." Prism mumbled under his breath.