Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Mongolian Beef!? No, not homemade--- A tight-lipped little smile met Nora's lips, as she took the bowl from him. Had she been gone long enough for him to forget her tastes so easily? There were times when you saved your pride, however, and the big sister fed herself some of the meal offering that mouthful-full smile of a person who definitely didn't want to eat it. She did swallow, however, even as she set that bowl down on Leo's desk. Darlin' little brother... you're a great cook, don't get me wrong. But... , she lashed out quickly, and 'bonked' him atop the head with a half-hearted karate-chop. You don't nuke Mongolian Beef! Now, Leo could cook. Damn well, too, most single-living college students that weren't lazy learned to, rather quickly. But, one of the family-secrets of the Reinsworth household, just like Leo's amazing dance skills, was the undeniable cooking prowess of the eldest sister. In fact, it was rumored amongst cousins and aunts alike, that at just six years old, she was caught making pancakes! The affably laughable visage on his big-sister's face was one of outright amusement---tinged with disgust, of course. But, when her little bro spread his arms so cutely, she melted. Bringing him in, with her own arms spread, they tightened quickly about him, hugging him tightly. A long few moments in their presence, and the two parted, but not before Nora left a quick kiss on his cheek. However, her soft laughing quickly broke the tension, even as her eyes lit up a bit at the questioning that came just before her retaliation at cooking atrocities. Of course, she was promptly stopped there, too, and her face wrenched around, to glare down at him. The gym? Why do comfy clothes look like I'm going to the gym?! With a huff, she looked down at herself, then back to the male, glowering playfully. Just because I don't want to wear a shirt, doesn't mean I'm going to walk around a house with my little brother, topless. And sweatpants? I mean, look at yours! Another loud laugh, at Nora shook her head, dropping the fake-offended air. Well, we have similar tastes, at least. Of course, one could point out that hers were more form-fitting, decent ones, unlike the baggy movement-accentuating ones of Leo's nature. I've been here for a few hours, actually. I stopped off in my room, and changed to some more comfortable stuff. Now. Down to business, aye? Nora shifted slightly on the spot, to face her younger brother more directly. As you know, Dad has relocated to another country, working on some of our foreign affairs at the moment. Mom wants nothing do with the company, and is out on a tour of the world. So, Dad put me in as the boss... of sorts. She paused, and brushed a rebellious lock of her raven hair back, to meet her braid. However, I'm a bit pressed. And frankly, I'm not management material. So... , another pause, and this time Leo's older sister crossed her hands in her lap, and tilted her head slightly one of those tale-tell signs of hers. Like in a game of chess, when someone moved a place into a deciding point, her lips quirked up into devilish little corners. ...I came to see if you're ready to stop studying.