Thread: Every Mamono Needs a Hiro! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Hiro could only recall the moments that Kyra had pushed away the girls that he pursued. Though he had no intents of starting a relationship with them, much less get physical with these girls, he still hated it when his little sister put an end to his teasing game. Though now that he was 'casually conversing' with her own friends, Hiro doubted that his sister would try any dirty tricks like she did with the girls in the past. If these two girls were some of her only friends, she'd do anything in her power to keep them. Hiro had a feeling that she would. Past her boyish behavior was someone who wanted to be cherished. Though, that could be said about anybody. Instead of dwelling on the thoughts of his rebellious sister, Hiro focused on the task at hand. And boy, was uncracking Melio going to be a hard task. At first, she didn't respond to his advance, so he decided to play it off. It was only when the electric girl noticed and shot him the most gruesome stare that he had ever seen, that Hiro wanted to run up into his room. Her death stare practically killed his soul, ran it over with a four-wheeler, and tossed it into the sun. Even then, it probably wasn't enough to describe how he felt at the moment. So often was he used to seeing girls warm up to him. If not immediately, then at least give him a sign of approval to advance. His toes nervously curled. His black socks gathered some of the navy blue carpet from the rug surrounding the coffee table. Though it could not be heard by human ears, anyone with extraordinary hearing could subtly hear the nervous gripping of carpet as his toes continued to curl and uncurl. His heart raced, and his arm gently flexed, as if secretly telling him to pull his arm away before Melio would bite it off. Then, something strange happened. A smile appeared on her lips. Oh? What's so funn- Hiro asked, only to feel a strong current wash through his hand and jolt across his body in an instant. The male blinked. S-Scary... He whispered underneath his breath. Yet no matter how scared he was at the moment, Hiro was intent on keeping his arm loosely around Melio. If he didn't look at her, then surely he wouldn't feel threatened by her glare. Hiro turned his head back over to Alexis. His cheeks immediately flushed red as he was granted a great view of her cleavage driving down to her white blouse. Hiro couldn't help but to feel strangely excited by that sight, even resorting to uncomfortably shifting his legs in case his second head had any strange ideas. He felt slightly exposed as a bit of blood rushed below, though hopefully nothing that the girls would notice. Hiro had expected Alexis to retain most of her bubbly character. Yet as her voice trailed off, he raised an eyebrow. The black-haired male half-expected something serious to come up, only to have the redhead sheepishly reply with her inability to swim. The male chuckled at her comment. He was going to offer to teach her to swim, but she immediately cut him off with the rest of her statement. Hydrophobia? Really? The black-haired male pursed his lips. Maybe the only reason these girls were friends with Kyra was because they were weirdos. A bunch of wack-jobs! Well, I'm a pre-med student at my university. I'm usually either studying, out with friends, or babysitting my bratty little sister. My sister... although she's a bit of a rebel, I do wish that she'd apply herself more. Sometimes, I get worried about her as an older brother. I'm sure you guys understand what I mean by that. He chuckled.