Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

A smile came to Nora's lips, when her brother's flush disappeared, and he brought his strengths to light. Even if he would brush her hand away, she was well-aware of the fact that he enjoyed it. It was true, after all he had spent the majority of his education studying up to help with company. Learning all he could to help further the family legacy, and manage the place, when it came time do so it had always seemed like a massive aspiration to him. It was only natural for him to have been so flustered at it seeming to come to perfect fruition. After all, there couldn't be any other reason for him to blush and act so strange... Thusly, her smile sprang into fruition, as he took her hand, and tugged her so jubilantly down the stairs to the living room. Sure, why not? Was her only response, lips tugged up on one side to give her a playful, if just relenting look. Sometimes her little brother could be such a nerd who even watched that TV show anymore? Regardless, she let him tug her to the couch, and she happily dropped down, curling her legs under her to sit, with one-arm propped on the couch's end. The show was as extravagantly prime-time HPO show, as they all were, and it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. At first, Nora didn't notice her brother scooting closer and when he leaned against her, she was glad to loop her arm about him. They were rather close siblings after all, nothing wrong with a being a bit closer, just watching a movie. but a few minutes later, he would wrap his arm about hers, and she almost purred at it. So adorable, was her little brother... More time passed, and it came to the show's end. Now it was ready for bed, after all. Yet, when it came to Leo's words to Nora, she didn't seem to respond head was tilted slightly away from him, as if she wasn't paying attention. Even when it came to his final exclamation about shampoo--of all things-- she didn't stir. Suddenly, she rolled over, and a snort-like noise sounded. One of her arms looped up and around her brother--still rather close to her, for not pulling away--and yanked him down surprisingly easily pulling his face back down, to the crook of her neck. Meshing him against the back of the couch, even one of her legs looped up, to capture his from wiggling. Another snort like sound, and it was evident Leo's older sister was stone-cold asleep. And to make matters worse, she had always slept like a rock. With his body mashed right up against hers--his head in the crook of her neck, her fit, soft body pressed up against him, and her legs even looped over his--and the back of the couch, she had him trapped. Even if they did act like a day had never gone by the little brother seemed to have forgotten that Nora never was one for watching TV. ----------The next Morning------------ Snap, crackle, pop, hiss. The sounds of cooking things listed through the air, to Leo's awakening ears. He would find himself on the couch, propped on a pillow, a light sheet tossed about his lower half. And once he regained his senses smells of bacon and batter filled the air alongside the sounds. That modge-podge of breakfast foods and dishes that made it not matter if you had aten but an hour before the stomach would always rumble with delight. A glance over the back of the couch would reveal the culprit of such a mischievous awakening Nora was in the kitchen, pan in one hand, wisk in the other. Freshly wetted hair--Leo could guess it was minty-fresh-- hung in a loose ponytail, complimented by a white tank-top, and just barely over the counter, he could catch the red plaid-cross hues of flannel pajama-bottoms. A perfect outfit for the morning. And, it seemed, she hadn't caught on to him awakening.