Bad Habits

Jul 21, 2010 13:05

Flitting around to another soundtrack that she had managed to find for her music player, Rein was setting down tea and cookies in her shop and waiting for her big sister to arrive. Her bigger sister in more ways than one, which made Rein a little envious for her sweater puppies ( Read more... )

!location: stormwind clothiers, reinforce zwei, reinforce eins

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herblessedwind July 21 2010, 19:28:44 UTC
The older Reinforce, who had considerably less to do on the average day than she really ought to have, had headed for the clothiers as soon as she'd been invited. Along the way she had developed a strange nagging feeling, some distant, disused instinct warning her of danger, but she chalked it up to some overactive legacy function of the defense program and pushed into the shop.

After all, it was an invitation by her sister and the shop smelled of delicious baking. What harm could there possibly be?

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pocketloli July 21 2010, 19:33:42 UTC
"You're heeereee~!" tilded Rein, practically floating over despite her short full sized stature and hugging her older sister. Ooh sweater puppies at face height. Fun.

"Glad you could make it oneechan!" giggled Rein, pulling back. "I hope I didn't pull you away from anything?"

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herblessedwind July 21 2010, 20:31:21 UTC
Rein smiled as the smaller-her ran over and hugged her, though she was becoming increasingly aware of the almost magnetic attraction between her sister's face and her chest. Little wonder where that came from...

"No," Rein admitted. "I haven't had much to do lately." Or at all. The magic department was well-staffed with a great many talented mages, proportionally, and there was little need for her talents in the day-to-day running of the ship. She really ought to consider moving to engineering or some other busier department; Nanoha could always recall her if she was needed.

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pocketloli July 21 2010, 23:49:51 UTC
"That's good then," said Rein, pulling away from the "magical valley" with a pink blush on her face. So she was short, it was a bit of a curse. "Come, sit, sit, I have fresh cookies and real tea! None of that sensorium stuff."

She was practically giggling at the prospects she had prepared for her older self. A little cosplay didn't hurt anyone, and she needed a model! Preferably a model with large talents because of the outfits involved.

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