Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

Damian laughed when he heard that his sister discovered little Sheela. Her name's Sheela, he called as he grabbed a cup from the cabinet for his tea. And she's an adorable little mutt. She's a mix of King Charles spaniel, collie, and springer. He opened the fridge and grabbed the glass pitcher of tea, pouring himself a cup and replacing it, along with a bottle of water for Audry. He returned as she slid the movie into the DVD player, handing her the bottle of water, and grabbed his plate. He was quite hungry himself he didn't eat a little as his sister, but he did usually only eat breakfast and dinner, so as to take the luncheon hour to himself. It had been nearly ten hours since breakfast, so the boy loaded his plate with rice and mashed plantains and carne frita and orange chicken, licking his lips in delight. He flopped down into the couch as Audrey settled next to him, the movie logos flashing across the TV screen. He munched down with great vigor, feeling more... at home than he had in a long time, savoring the warmth and flavor of the food as well as the comfort of chillin' with his sis, watching the funniest jew to ever live. It was great. He finished his food quicker than Audrey and set his plate down next to the leftovers, which would become breakfast tomorrow. When Audrey spastically but still nimbly scrambled off the couch her brother didn't even bat an eye. He didn't really know what she was up to, but he had an idea. Meanwhile, he was caught up with the adventures of Lone Star and planning his future smoke session he figured it wouldn't be long after the movie when his sister went to sleep, so he probably an hour, 45 minutes. He would smoke on a stool on the back patio and try not to think of the gory mess he would have to clean off his lawn in the morning. He turned around to look at Audrey when she tapped him and he nodded happily in response, beaming a warm smile her way. Damian had always wanted a woman to pamper his hair, that's partly why he grew it. So he complied with her directions as she brushed his hair and twisted it tightly but not uncomfortably. Damian smiled at his sister's finished work and draped the braid over his shoulder before he sunk back into the sofa. When Audrey said she was going to lean against him for the rest of the movie, he thought that would be fine, but the she actually cuddled up to him and got herself wrapped up and looking super comfy. Damian blushed a little, thinking to himself that life would be perfect if he was only with another girl. He didn't realize how truly cozy it was have another body pressed against your own. When she fell asleep, though, he groaned a bit stared down frustratedly at her. He cursed her in his head for keeping him trapped like this, away from his weed. However, his curses soon turned to compliments, and questions, and... other things... as he stared down at his older sister. She was so cute, just utterly adorable, with her dark curls strewn wistfully across her face. He blushed brightly, and a voice in the back of his head gnawed at him to take his thoughts elsewhere, but he didn't stop examining her, wishing she wasn't his sister. He envisioned kissing her, passionately and deeply, their hair entangling and tongues dancing through their mouths. He shook his head quickly and blinked his eyes, looking at the screen as King John returned. What's wrong with me...? he thought to himself. Maybe I just really need to smoke, calm down some. He knew, deep down, though, that he was probably going to think of Audrey again before he fell asleep.