"I can't, he never did his homework. You did it." Sam huffed out through gritted teeth, tense and annoyed as he often was. He exhaled in annoyance and then threw his hands out. "I put it on my desk and now it's not on my desk so I don't know." The desk was, of course, a sea of things. Papers. books. Wrappers. No shortage of things to look through.

Giacomo looked at his brother and then made the BSL symbol for 'messy'. He knew a little sign language but it was seldom used, mostly saved for medical emergencies and mocking Sam.

Who was looking at his desk in despair. "It was clean when I put it on but there's just too much work." He couldn't keep on top of it.