[Thread, Closed] Nothing thicker than blood...

[notolddamnit]

Who: Anemone (canhazjam ) & Squalo (notolddamnit ).
Where: Squalo's apartment (building), Elysium
When: April 29th, night, after this phone call.
Summary: Hey, Squalo. Remember your baby sister?
Rating: R-ish, maybe. For Squalo's mouth.
Other: Don't you wish you had a baby sister too?

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[canhazjam]

Anemone was sprawled indecently on the floor of the lobby, feet kicked up in the air behind her as she plucked at a loose thread on her expensive - and overstuffed - bag, Gulliver flopped out fat and indolent beside her as she waited for her brother to get his ass in gear and come get her.

[notolddamnit]

Squalo wished he'd remembered to at least put on some shoes as he scrambled downstairs. He also wished he'd pressed further to have the carpet of the lobby replaced for something less hideous. He wished he hadn't walked out of her life that easily, and that it wasn't that big of a shock to see her again.

He wished he'd done a lot of things.

"Anemone," Squalo tilted his head to the side, and just... watched her.

Barefoot, glasses falling off his nose, hair in a low ponytail and completely bemused expression on his face.

God, what the fuck?

[canhazjam]

At her name in her brother's voice, Anemone looked up, beaming, then scrambled to her feet to throw herself at him with all the force of a seven year old in a seventeen year old body.

"Superbi! You came! I thought you were just going to leave me down here," she said, her voice a little too bright to be anything but the wrong edge of manic. "Here, help me carry my things."

[notolddamnit]

Squalo caught her on reflex, swaying under her weight but keeping upright as he looked down at her. God, she'd grown. He didn't expect her to stay seven forever, but she was older. Different. The words registered and he scowled.

"VOOOOIII, you thought or she told you?" He slid his hands to her shoulders, frowning.