Low blow. [ian!]

[[game whit ian...]]

A voice of trumpet was heared in the west side of the park. Not so dirty and dangerous place, as the rest of area. Maybe because it was so long away of the liquid store?...
This place was perfect for Kara, who's just the most wimpyest of them all. He couldn't help it, his brother was the brave one, not him. Well, he and his brother was the same person, but still, they were so different. Kara was playing his trumpet, away from the people. He didn't want any money, he just wanted to be alone, to think. To think again and again his brother, who appeared couple yers backwards, and now controlled his life. Insane? Maybe, but not for Kara, who has alredy get to used to hear Vipère sometimes at the daylight.
"Man, am I mad or something?"
'Hearing me in you'r head? No. Waking me up, yes.'
"Sorry bro..."
'Yea yea, just shut the hell up and let me sleep...'
That was an good example about talking for his brother, who get really mad, if he was waked up at the daytime.