Thread: Who knew family could be so close... ? (Vanity and Count)

I don't know which is less likely, Agatha replied, glancing up at her younger cousin. You slaying some great and mighty dragon or you finally getting a girl to fall in love with you, she continued with a chuckle, flicking over another page of her book having recently put down the work she had been studying on. She frequently took breaks between work to fit in another chapter of a new book when time wasn't of the essence. Today it wasn't, so read she shall. She enjoyed teasing Matt like that, truth be told. He never seemed particularly offended by it, and it was all done in cheerful jest and simply meant to lighten the mood. Harmless fun. Besides, he was her younger cousin and at the moment living in her family's house. It was her job to annoy him as if she were one of his siblings. Either way, she could probably guess what young Matt had been doing today, which would be almost exactly the same things as everyone else their age. Meeting up with friends would be one of them, followed by some light studying, etcetera, etcetera. The usual. Agatha of course was an exception to this rule, preferring to follow her own chain of preferences. Studying was certainly part of today, but she had spent the day reading, watching television and committing to her other various solitary activities. And she was perfectly content with that when other's would be choking in their own boredom at this point. Aye, it was wonderful. Her legs curled up onto the seat and then stretched out, her entire body now mostly lying across the whole of sofa, head rested on one of the arms. She now starting to fidget uncomfortably now that someone had entered the room, even if it was a relative. Someone who she knew rather well and in turn knew her. There were few secrets between relatives, especially ones that lived together. She felt as if he were examining her, almost. It was rather bizarre. As if someone was watching her. Agatha took a quick glance up from her book which she had recently picked up, just moving her eyes for a moment. Although Matt was not looking at her. He did respond with a question though, asking how Agatha's day had been, almost mimicking her question not a few moments earlier, and then it wad followed by an unexpected compliment. Apparently Matt liked what she was wearing, which was odd because it was nothing particularly special. She had worn her favourite chequered shirt probably hundreds of times by now, and it wasn't odd to see her wearing it. Matt had been here long enough to have seen her wear it at least once before, and then there were all of the other more recent times he had visited. Agatha responded with a raised eyebrow, although made no comment on the compliment. Not quite yet anyway. Oh, you know. Just the usual, she replied, attempting to mimic Matt's voice with little success. At least she had gotten the words in the right order. Reading about slaying dragons, reading about saving the world and, you guessed it, reading about making girls fall in love with me. Apparently most of the books I read have male protagonists. And studying, of course. Lots and lots of that one, certainly. She paused for a moment, looking as if she were deep in thought. Truthfully though she was just speeding through another page of her book before preparing to speak once more. Do you want something from me or was that compliment a sincere one, Matt? she asked, followed by a cheerful wink of her own. Her expression was one of both confusion and amusement.