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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:41 pm
Hasina was at home, her mother cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the delicious scent of dinner filling the air. Hasina was trying to tidy up the living room, gathering up her toys and books she had left scattered across the floor, her imp tail thumping lightly against the floor as she over filled her hands, occasionally dropping an item or two and having to pick it all back up all over again.
Hasina's hands were tiny, smaller than the average child her age. She almost wished she had gotten her father Aten's hands, just so that they'd be a little bit bigger. All things considered, her tiny hands would be perfect for jewelry making.
Dumping a bunch of the items on to the couch, Hasina started to pluck out the toys that were hers from her siblings' toys. In their household, it was getting harder and harder to tell the items apart. Luckily some of the older kids were 'too old for toys' now. Hasina didn't mind sharing of course, but she also liked to make sure that she knew where her toys were at all times, and when she found them mixed in with her siblings' stuff, it made her feel a little anxious and like her personal space had been invaded. Ah, well ...
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:42 pm
The hybrid meandered down the hallways, smelling the scent of food in the air. Most young children would be excited at the thought of their mother cooking dinner, he sadly wasn't. It wasn't that he didn't like to eat, but it was precisely two hours before he normally scheduled for food. This was going to throw the whole day off. Though he could just bump up his daily routine a few hours early...no that was absolutely ridiculous. There was absolutely no way that was going to happen.
Skye made his was to the living room, to find Hasina wandering around picking up after the others. Why did she do that? Didn't she know that was their mess and no hers? Part of him felt like she shouldn't be touching their things and part of him felt like she shouldn't have to clean up after the others...or was she picking up after herself? Whatever it was...it was strange. Why make the mess if you were just going to clean it up? Maybe it made her...happy? Overall it was beyond him, he never understood the reason why anyone did anything. That's why he wanted to study others. He wanted to know what prompted people to act the way they do.
In the middle of the living room he stood, completely still and cleared his throat. "What are you doing? Did someone ask you to clean this mess up? Or did you make this mess yourself? Shouldn't you be cleaning up in your room still?" Per his notes, Hasina shouldn't be out of her room for another ten minutes at the most. Why was she already down here?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:42 pm
Hasina's imp ears twitched at the sound of someone approach, her geist tendrils flickering slightly as she turned to see her older brother Skye peering back at her. Hasina tilted her head, listening as her brother asked his questions. Did it really matter why she was cleaning up? She was ... cleaning. Most people would kill to have their siblings clean up after them. Then again, this was Skye she was talking about.
"No, nobody asked me." She said quietly, turning back to glance down at the heaps of toys she had been collecting on the couch. "I just figured mom could use the help. She always works so hard." Hasina could still see some of her toys hadn't been sorted out yet. It made her twitch subtly. "Besides, my room is already clean. I tend to keep it fairly tidy. I just needed to dust it today." Hasina reached out and grabbed a rubber shark out from the pile. Whose ... whose was this anyways? Did anyone in the family even like sharks?
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:42 pm
Seconds after his sister spoke, Skype pulled out his notebook, scanning the contents. "By my calculations you should still be in your bedroom. Did you skip on dusting your windwsill today?" He closed his notebook quickly and tucked it back into his shirt, leaving a clear bulky outline of the small rectangle. Mother never seemed to need help with things. She liked to do her own thing...right? Maybe she asked some of the others to help her with things? Maybe he just wasn't someone who was asked to help out. Whatever the reason, it was all still strange for him.
There wasn't a lot that he understood, but he had learned that everyone was a creature of habit and had different routines.
Why was his sister breaking hers? "You do know mother is in the other room. I highly doubt she would need you to sort these toys before helping her cook. That shark won't be of any use. If you're going to help her, then shouldn't you be helping her?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:42 pm
"I am helping her." Hasina protested, setting the shark aside. It was obvious that a 'miscellaneous sibling' pile was now required. Maybe it wasn't one of her siblings'. Maybe it was a friend of someone instead? That was just as likely. Come to think of it, wasn't Abasi missing a toy? Hasina would have to ask them the next time she got the chance to visit her sister.
"Sometimes helping people means doing things without having to be asked. If you see a mess and know that someone usually is the only one to clean it up, you can clean up the mess for them instead to help free up some of their time. That way they can do something they enjoy instead of something that needs to be done, but that they don't enjoy doing." Hasina gave a small sigh. There was no way that Hasina was going to get this done with Skye breathing down her neck.
Turning to face her brother, Hasina put her hands on her hips. "I dusted my room shortly after I woke up so it was out of the way. I don't have a set schedule, you know. If you're so concerned about mom needing help cooking, instead of asking me why I'm not helping her, maybe you should offer to help her instead."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:42 pm
If was was even possible Skye would have laughed. He whipped out his book again, flipping it open to the page titled 'Hasina'. "From my studies it shows that you have a pretty set schedule, even if you do not realize it yourself. The most that you have ever been off your schedule was precisely seven minutes and fourty-two seconds." Skye carefully tucked the book away, yet again.
He huffed slightly. "It is not your place to clean up after someone else. That is their mess, they should be the ones to clean it up. Same thing goes for our mother. If she wishes to cook food, then it is her task to do. We do not need to help with something that isn't ours to help with. It would be different if someone asked for help, but that isn't the case. Maybe...you just enjoy assisting others?"
He pulled his notebook out again and grabbed the pen from behind his ear to scribble something down. It was pointless trying to put the book away, this time he just tucked it under his arms and continued to stare at his sister.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
Oh, her brother was just so dense. It wasn't like Hasina to have a temper, but Skye's mentality and outlook on other people was just so infuriating sometimes. He seemed to see things in a very black and white way, instead of on a spectrum of colour. Everything had to be exact, with no variations, and if there were he questioned it. It was hard to believe that Skye was even on the same Earth as Hasina and the rest of the families sometimes.
Joselyn was adopted, but even they fit in better than Skye did. Joselyn was the most animated out of the children in their family (along with her partner Thoth who had pretty much become like one of the family). Gale was highly empathetic and a little bit reclusive because of it. Which ... made sense. She was constantly tuned in to what everyone else was feeling. Frost was incredibly studious, a romantic and shy ... the rest of her siblings had defined characteristics. But ... Skye?
Stuffy. Maybe. If that counted. A stickler for exactness.
Ugh.
"If mom didn't cook, who's to say someone else would pick up the slack? It's not her job to cook for us. She chooses to so that we don't go hungry." Hasina shook her head, leaning back against the arm of the couch for support. "Skye ... why are you keeping track of what I do in a day? That's kind of creepy."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
If he had the energy to do so, he would have rolled his eyes. Why was it that no one seemed to understand him? He always spoke the facts, nothing more and it always seemed to upset his family. "It was never stated that it was mother's job to make us food. If that is was you heard then you are mistaken. I'm not sure about the rest of you, but it is not hard to walk into the kitchen and make a sandwich."
As Hasina questioned him he clenched his arm tighter over his notebook. "I keep track of everyone in the house...and everyone in my classes. Try not to worry, it is not like you are special enough for me to only take notes on your schedule." It may have come off as mean, but Skye wasn't intending it to be. He really just wanted to try to better understand people.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
"Do you want to live off sandwiches for the rest of your life, Skye? Then, cool. Tell mom to stop cooking for you so she can stop wasting time on you." Hasina gave an exasperated sigh and scooped up her toys at long last, walking them over to her container with her name on it that her mother had gotten custom made. Each one of the siblings had one. Just another one of the kind things she had done to make sure her children all felt included and loved.
... Hasina wondered if Skye even knew what love was.
"Why, though? Why do you keep track of everyone's movements? That's completely weird, Skye. Not everyone will like you doing that, and that can be considered stalking."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
A confused look flashed across his face for a brief moment, "Until I get older, yes, I am fine with living on something that I can make for myself. I have already alerted mother to this, but she doesn't seem to want to listen to me. I am not sure why, no matter how many times I read my notes about her...I just can not understand why she does what she does..." He trailed off for a moment, sadness coating his words. "Wasted time is a wasted life and I do not want that for Burv---Mother."
Was that a...feeling...? He never called their mother by her name...had he been caught off guard? Was he upset that someone called him a waste of time? Surely not...
He snapped back to reality, quick to defend his work. "It is by no means "weird". I simply write down things that I see others doing...and if I happen to see them doing it multiple days in a row, well I make a note of that as well. I do not follow anyone around, nor do I conceal myself out of view when I write my notes. A stalker is not what I am." Granted he had considered following others around to continue his notes, but he knew that would be a line he did not want to cross.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
"Well, when you get caught by the police when you're older with creepy records about people you know, I'm not gonna come to your aide and tell them you're just weird. I'm gonna tell them you've always been a creepy stalker." Hasina sealed away her toys, snapping the lid shut and pushing it away. She then turned, eyeing the notebook tucked under his arm and grabbed hold of it, attempting to tug it away.
"Give me that. You'll be better off without it. You'll actually make friends!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:43 pm
A scoff escaped his lips, "I would never ask you for your help. I assure you that I would never do anything illegal so there is no chance that I would be arrested. I appreciate your concern." He watched, with a studying eye as she sealed the toys away. Being meticulous was never a bad thing...to be sure.
He decided that it would be a thing that he should probably jot down, but just as he went to untuck the notebook Hacina grabbed on to it. Skylar struggled to get away from her, to get his property out of her grasp. "No! This is everything to me! It is the only thing I have, you can not have this!" It wasn't a false statement. Skye really didn't have any other possessions. Anything his parents had tried to buy for him he had ended up sneaking them into his siblings rooms. "Friends are not important! Learning is important and that is what I have been doing!"
With a tiny shove he managed to break away from his sister. Within a few moments he had regained himself, "I do not expect you to understand me...I expect you to respect my belongings, however. That was incredibly rude. If you'll excuse me...I'm going to go back into my room. Now you will be able to help mother. I hope that is what you wanted."
Skylar began to withdraw, not only into his room but into himself. If his own family didn't understand him...it was clear no one really would.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 8:44 pm
"Hasina." A stern voice sounded from the archway of the kitchen, attracted by the sound of arguing voices. A tall figure stood in the door way. It was not Joseth, and it was not Burvia. Hasina had stiffened as her eyes snapped up to the tower figure, aqua eyes leering down at her.
It was Aten, Hasina's biological father. Apparently Burvia had invited him over for dinner so he could spend some time with his child. Hasina shrunk down nearly half her size, retracting in to herself, an expression filled with guilt.
"Sorry, Skye ... " she squeaked, tail sagging behind her.
Aten's gaze turned and their notebook. He had been standing and watching the two interacting for a little while now, wanting to see how Hasina was when Aten wasn't around, and how she treated her other siblings. Having fathered many children, Aten was rather experienced when it came to children and their quirks.
"Go and help your mother, Hasina. I'd like to have a word with Skye ... if that's alright."
Hasina nodded her head, and with a glance cast over her shoulder, Hasina wandered off in to the kitchen to help her mother. Hasina's heart was beating hard in her chest, now aware that both her parents had been watching, and her mother looked rather cross with her. She had misbehaved ... she thought she had been helping. But maybe she had caused more damage than she had ever intended.
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