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- > It's been three days since Aria feel asleep on you.
- > Three whole days and no one has mentioned it.
- > Not even for some good natured ribbing.
- > Which is really strange in this household.
- > When the girls first invaded your home, you noticed that they tended to trade insults and jibes freely amongst each other.
- > But they always watched their words around you, or even when they thought you might hear.
- > Always trying to stay polite, like the slightest misstep would have dire consequences.
- > You originally thought they might actually be that callous and dismissive, while not wanting to risk being kicked out.
- > But watching them it quickly became apparent that it wasn't genuine malice, but rather the total ease of a long, stable relationship.
- > You've never been able to figure out just how old they are, but you get the feeling these girls have been together for a looooong time.
- > Realising that them being uncertain about where you stood with them was the root of the issue, you had made a bigger effort to integrate with the girls.
- > Once you started joining in the the verbal sparring things relaxed a whole lot.
- > And none of the girls has even tried to take a dig over the living pillow incident.
- > Which makes no sense!
- > In the world of verbal jousting, new material must be constantly supplied to support the classic fallbacks.
- > WHY has such a prime incident been left untouched?
- > It's unsettlingly out of character and disappointing too.
- > How are you supposed to use all these great comebacks if they don't bring it up?
- > You'll just have to hope you remember them.
- > You put a lot (very little) of effort into these burns, it'd be a shame for them to go unused.
- > Still there's nothing you can do about it.
- > Might as well get on with the very important business of bumming around the house.
- > Being that Aria is the only one with a full time position the rest of you have been varying degrees of unproductive today.
- > Adagio has been doing something on the back porch.
- > Judging by the hardware she brought home yesterday, you figure she's been hanging up that hammock she's had lying around for ages.
- > Ye gods you hope those noises have been from hanging a hammock up.
- > You're slightly afraid of getting confirmation either way.
- > You don't know where Sonata has been.
- > Scratch that, apart from a note saying she'd be back late you have no idea where she is now.
- > She does this sometimes.
- > Leaves a note and disappear for most of a day, only to appear dishevelled and tired around dinner time.
- > Actually scratch the scratching, here she is now.
- > There are twigs in her hair. You're not going to ask.
- > You are. Not. Going. To. ASK.
- > In this household we do not ask Sonata where she has been and what she did.
- > That way madness lies.
- > She walks past with a wave that you return with a smile.
- > There is a whole, thick branch in her ponytail.
- > It looks for all the world like a freeze frame of a giant blue squid battling a drab brown whale.
- > You open your mouth...
- > NO ANON! DON'T DO IT! IT'S NOT WORTH IT!
- > Your mouth shuts with a click. That was too close.
- > The front door is opened again.
- > Leaning over the edge of the couch, (because who stands up? Certainly not you.) you catch a glimpse of purple hair in the hallways.
- > Aria's gotten home early.
- "Hey."
- > "Hey."
- "How was work?"
- > "Slow day. Boss let me off early. Said it was thanks for busting my ass last week."
- > Ah, that's good. You were worried there for a moment.
- > With a shrug Aria heads off to claim the shower.
- > Normally you'd have something prepared but with Aria home so early you haven't even started.
- > Luckily dinner tonight is just leftovers from yesterday.
- > Settling back down with your book you end up so engrossed that you miss the end of Aria's shower and her subsequent exploration of the refrigerator.
- > What you don't manage miss is her sitting down next to you as she puts a gently steaming plate on the coffee table.
- > She then proffers you her hairbrush.
- > You stare dumbly at the tool for a short eternity, then glance up at her face.
- > When you meet her gaze you /think/ she flushes a little before looking away.
- > "Just tell me if you don't want to."
- > Oh, right. You're kind of an idiot sometimes.
- "Right, right, sorry."
- > You take the brush and get to work.
- > It's pretty gratifying that she wants you to do it again and you can help but smile as you gently brush.
- > Just like last time Aria has finished eating before you're done with her hair.
- "All done."
- > She gently shifts her hair over her right shoulder before sitting back against the couch and leans left till her shoulder if resting on yours.
- > "Thanks. Anything interesting happened?"
- "Dagi has, I think, hope, hung up that hammock of hers and Sonata did her disappearing thing. Came home just before you with a branch in her hair. Like an actual branch, thick as her arm, just jammed through her ponytail like it's supposed to be there."
- > You can feel Aria giggling silently next to you.
- > After the giggles have stopped she wiggles on the couch for a moment.
- > Then shifts herself so that her legs are resting against yours as well as the shoulder contact.
- > You can feel her warmth through her, YOUR, bathrobe.
- > It's nice, comfortable. Warm.
- > You figure you'll stay that way for a while.
- > But then you hear the shower stop, followed by the fan.
- > A minute later Sonata appears in her pajamas, hair wood free but messy.
- > Looking oddly apprehensive, she holds out a hairbrush.
- > "Anon, would you brush my hair too?"
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