heartsick

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Kira is curled up on this corner of a couch, idly flipping through a fashion magazine, though she normally doesn't act this lazy. Anyone who looks at her closely might notice the paleness of her skin and the shadows under her eyes, but she expertly covered those little signs under her makeup. However, less easy to hide is the way she is wearing one of her brother's larger shirts (not black), whose sleeves come down to cover her hands. If you think she looks ill, you would be pretty close to the mark.]

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[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Okay, you know what he's just going to lift you up off the couch - those skinny arms still have some pretty big guns.*

I'm taking you back to our room.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she squeals and flails a little because she's surprised]

Paopao! You don't have to! I'm fine!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Dont worry, he's got you secure, though he's frowning.*

Do you... miss Mama and Dad?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she stills and bites her bottom lip, refusing to say anything because you'll probably call her a crybaby]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He can read you pretty well by now, and he doesn't think that at all. He misses them, too.*

Hey... how about this. I'll... make us dinner, and we can watch a movie or something tonight. I don't want you hanging around and moping.

*But it's perfectly fine for him to do it.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[maybe she rested her head on your shoulder then]

... nothing greasy. That's bad for your skin.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*No worries there, "dinner" will be two huge ice cream parfait with tons of sugary toppings. What, did you think he could cook?*

And you need some rest. I don't want you to get sick.

*He feels a little bad, since he's just been shutting himself up in the planetarium or painting.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[that 'dinner' will be acceptable, since your absence has contributed to how Kira's feeling right now]

I'm not sick.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He will open the door to the room you're both sharing, and tosses you on the bed, shutting the door behind him so no one else sees him acting goofy. He will then proceed to crawl onto his side of the bed and hug you to him. Don't call him out on it.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[well she squealed when you tossed her, and once you're close enough, kicks your ankle, though she doesn't mind the hug]

Don't do that to me! I got scared!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Is he going to have to slap a slut? He pushes you back to avoid further kickings!*

No hugs for you! Violent!

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she's not a slut ;; and now she's going to flail one arm at you]

I'm not violent! You are! You threw me across the room!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He just shakes his head and bites his tongue this time. He was just trying to cheer you up.*

Well at least you're not frowning now.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[... pounce :/]

You shouldn't throw me across the room just so I won't frown!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Wait, why are you pouncing? Oh well, pounce'd.*

I didn't throw you that far. I threw you on the bed. You liked it when you were little!

*He's emo-pouting now. Watch out.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[well she's pounced and is puppytussling with you now, just like when the two of you were little]

Paopaoooooooooooo...!

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Rikka will just. Flail and tussle back, trying to get her off of him!*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[oh it's not like she's heavy; she's squealing and giggling]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He doesn't weigh too much more than she does ;; He finally pushes her off though, and his fingers get to work, tickling the daylights out of her.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she shrieks with laughter, flailing and trying to curl up into a ball to protect her ticklish bits]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He will let up soon, after he's made sure he's exhausted all of those tickly spots, flopping on his side of the bed, breathing a little hard from all the wrestling.*

Brat.

*He says it with affection though, and pulls her closer to his shoulder.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she curls up half on you, still full of giggles]

Dork.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He feels better that he can feel you warming up a bit, and pulls you close. It may not happen often, but his big brother mandate to make his baby sister happy.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[well she's snuggling up happily since you know she's big on the physical contact]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He tugs a warm blanket over the both of you, rubbing your shoulders, speaking quietly.*

Look. If I'm... being a bad brother or something, you have to tell me. If. If you... need anything... I'm here.