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[forbiddensailor]

There is a flash of light. Small, quick, probably no one noticed it.

"What...."

But, if you happened to have noticed, where the light flashed, there are now, for some reason, two little pale feet peeking out from two legs of a pair of light purple pajama pants.

"....Um...."There are two little white hands splayed on the bar floor, currently

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[not_that_spike]

The flash catches his attention as he's walking through with a bowl of strawberries.

What the...

He stops, the cigarette dangling from his lips almost but not quite falling onto the floor. "Hotaru?"

[forbiddensailor]

Hotaru's large violet eyes drift all the way up from her vantage point on the floor to that shock of lovely messy green hair in the sky.

Oniisan.

Hotaru gasps. Her face lights up at the sight of Spike, but - still a bit in shock - all she does is stutter, "Aaa... aaa - Onii."

[not_that_spike]

"...Imoutosan?" He's not quite shocked enough to drop Beth's strawberries on the floor, but he sure as hell stops in his tracks. It's been... months and months and months since he saw her, and he figured she was just gone for good; the bar has a way of doing that with people he knows. Hell, he's lucky Beth came back.

He never expected two miracles, but this is Hotaru, his first little sister ever, his whole life, and she's sitting right here in a pair of pajamas looking like she just fell out of the sky. Dropping to his knees, he sets down the strawberry bowl and reaches for her shoulders. "Hey. Hey, Hotaru. Are you okay?"

[forbiddensailor]

"...ehlodh.... shaotu...."

singing. Do you hear it too, oniisan??

Why... why am I... the only one who's...

"Oniisan! How did you get into my bedroom?" She quips.