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

Alexis almost beamed with an energetic enthusiasm to answer his questions. Yet, when he grabbed her hand, he would find it to be unnaturally hot. Despite the cool day, she was incredibly warm to the touch almost like resting your hands on a pleasantly heated metal by the stove, on a chilly day. She didn't seem to take any interested in his rising leg her eyes locked on his, as she eagerly replied, Oooh! Well, heat can do a lot of things, as I'm sure you know! It can cauterize, which, while painful, can save many lives. Stopping the bleeding of large wounds, including entirely cut-off segments of a person body! Then, you can heat-treat minor injuries---and mind you, I'm talking open-flame, old Japanese sty...., and that was when Kyra had intervened. Of course, during Alexis' eager conversation with the med-student, Melio's eyes hadn't lost sight of the thing rearing Hiro's pants. In fact, as it began to rise in intervals, she leaned over a bit. Luckily unnoticed by the boy's fascination with her friend's breasts, she leaned in to take a look at it. Her face was just a few inches above the tent, in a comedical fashion and Hiro had yet to notice. Slowly, she rose a hand, and began to inch it towards the thing one finger extended as if to poke it with a childish curiousity. Of course, when Kyra had come in, she had jolted upright fast enough to not be caught. Hell, if Hiro had been paying attention, he would've noticed a tiny blush on her punk-cheeks. But a few moments later, he had cornered Kyra in the kitchen and she glared at him vehemantly. Throughout his snapping anger, her fists began to ball. She was clearly tensing up, and by the end of it, she seemed close to tears. The one thing she had akin to her brother, however, was an indominant anger even more so, from their mother. Show concern!? SHOW CONCERN?! With a sudden growl typical of her, she reached out, and pushed him forcing him a step back with her strange strength.Says the one always gone! Who fixes dinner most of the time?! Who goes shopping!? Another push, and this time, she was advancing on him. Her normally cold azure eyes had a flaring light of fury in them and her pupils almost looked slightly dilated. You'd rather spend your time becoming a stupid fucking doctor, then take care of me! When mom's gone, I keep the house clean, not you! Another push,I make sure everything is in working order, while you slack off with your friends! Another push she was forcing him across the kitchen, and he had not the slightest thing to say, against her overwhelming force.I do everything around here, and you act all high-and-mighty whenever you are actually home!I don't even want to get started on those depraved sluts that you hit on all over the school! Another push, and he was up against the counter her fury pinning him to it, with the radiating anger of something else.Call me brat! Call me brat one more time, I fucking dare you! She pulled back her hand, and balled it seemed ready to punch him with all her might, but she faltered at the apex of her readying. She paused with her arm pulled fully back scowling at him, but, she eventually sighed. Taking a deep breath, she let her hand splay, and the fingers relax. She forced herself to contain her anger, and brought her eyes back up to his. Kyra shook her head but one time, then turned, and headed out of the room towards the stairs that lead to the second level, and their rooms.