Thread: The Reinsworth Assassins! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Nora was struggling to come up with an excuse for the two of them to leave. Anything at all that would pull the annoying redhead from her trail. It was bad enough that they always hit her but Ralph was the worst of all Leo's friends! Insufferable to the end, it seemed his repertoire of pick up lines and cheesy remarks about her appearance, wouldn't end! As it was, the elder sister had just begun to open her mouth with a rather snappy retort, when Leo stepped in. Her mouth snapped shut in surprise, and her eyes fixated on him, as he so blatantly lied to his own friend. At least, she took it as a lie. But to see innocent, sweet little Leo standing up for her... well, she was surprised to say the least. To think that he felt so protective of her, as well... or was that possessiveness? Whichever it was, it seemed that Nora thought highly of it her lips slipping into a genuine smile. One bright enough to even brush over Ralph's last comment, ignoring him completely apart from the parting wave. Man, little brother, when did you get so slick? , she teased, reaching out to run her hand through his hair again. It was an endearing action, that she did rather often, especially so in public, when she couldn't as easily lean down to leave him with a kiss. Being together everywhere--when she was there--was enough, kissing someone that looked so identical, in public, was a sure-sign for stranger's criticism. Thank you. But if that didn't come as surprise enough, soon she was tugged off to Vanessa's Secret, blinking in abrupt surprise. Er--wha? I didn't... , too late, and like a child in a new playground, he had unlaced their fingers--whether it was her action, or his, was up for debatable, but their fingers has laced together with the sweetness of a strolling couple--and was gazing in awe about the place. Of course, it was still her innocent little Leo he was just as quick to turn, blushing bright, and asking to leave. However, Nora wouldn't stand for his shenanigans. Oooooh, no. You wanted come here. Her arm flashed out, and her hand closed about his again, as now it was her turn to tug him along. Deeper into the store they want, passing by woman of all shapes and sizes, only looking to further their appeal via those suggestive articles. Weaving and swerving around stands, they eventually came to the lingerie section. Truth-be-told, I've been wanting a pair or two. Just haven't had a chance to get out of the office... , she trailed off. Even as her hand released his, her attention was drawn like hypnosis, to the clothing articles strewn about. Lucky enough for the little brother, a bench was prepared it seemed many a boyfriend was dragged here to sit about. I'm not really one for simple colors... Fingers ghosted across pink, blue, a darling shining silver, and various other colors, before she settled on one, plucking it from the rack. Her other hand flitted about, and plucked a contrasting pair. A quick spin, and she was in front of the full-length mirror just next to the bench. With her back to Leo, she posed and flitted, moving the articles in front of herself, in the attempt to gauge their effectiveness. Of course, while she did so, this gave Leo the best view of that ass of hers. Heart-shape, snug in a pair of short-shorts, it could hold his glare for the wait. Not too long to admire, though, as the elder sister was prompt to spin back around, presenting Leo with the two pieces. Which one do you think, Leo? She inquired suddenly, in her left hand holding a lacy bra of a deep, abyssal black. However, it was intricately traced and laced through with a vibrant purple, shining and beautiful of liquid-hue. In her other hand, a pink one, fitting the vibrancy of the rest of the store, if it weren't for the trailing sprees of blood-red darkness swirling and mixing into the patterns of roses and thorns. Of course... , she retraced them from so close to the male, and instead viewed them closer, herself. ...They come with matching bottoms... , a frown came to her lips. Her opulent teeth lashed out, to nibble lightly on her lip, rather contemplatively. ...Maybe I should try them on? It was more-so a question to herself, than to Leo, despite having asked him his opinion. But, then-again, the thought of her, clad in either...