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"******** moron." It'd been several hours since her brother had gone home, but Reina was still sitting at the dining table (ignoring the dishes that were begging to get washed; she'd bully Richter into doing them next time he came around. The idiot in question was the reason they were there, anyway.), thinking.

Or mumbling. Whatever. <********> imbecile." She was stuck in a rut, mainly because her idiot of a brother - she really needed to look into some synonyms - and his ******** assholetastic need to make dramatic declarations that inevitably ended up ******** up both his and her life.

Like Paris. Stupid-a** Paris, with it's fancy schools and ******** nightlife that'd stolen her brother under the pretense of education and returned him completely different than the Richter she knew. And he'd done the same thing then, too, made a damned announcement and asked for her help, like she could actually say 'no' to him, and gone off and left her behind on his grand adventure.

And it ******** stung; because this, this was just like then. It was doomed. Reina could practically see the goddamn 'trouble' written all over the situation, and she wanted soso badly to tell him to go screw himself (or one of his whores, whatever), tell him that he didn't need a kid to leave an imprint on the world.
Because Richter was the sort of guy who left imprints everywhere: he always had, even if it was only her who saw it when they were younger - Paris, of course, had changed everything (it always came back to Paris, didn't it?) - left imprints on everyone he met, charmed, smiled at, laughed with, but the idiot didn't see it.

It'd been different once. It'd been her who'd been the outgoing one, living life to it's fullest, screwing everybody that looked her way.. But she'd grown out of it, when she'd been left alone (abandoned) and everything had lost it's sparkle.

Paris. She'd never even seen the damn place, but she hated it with every fiber of her being. She still scowled at anyone with a french accent, refused to eat at french restaurants, ignored anything and everything to do with the cursed country, as if that could bring back everything she'd lost, everything she'd missed.

Because France had stolen Richter. And Richter was all she had; the only family she had, was - had been - literally a part of herself, and it hurt that she hadn't been enough. Not against some fancy scholarship (a 'once in a lifetime opportunity!'), some pretty girls and a stupid accent.

But not this time. She clenched her fist and stared at the long-since melted ice-cream - this time, she wasn't going to be left behind, and if the b*****d thought that, he had another ******** thing coming to him. Fast and with the impact of a truck, damn straight.

Not this time.

reserved for The Stork Exists RP with Richter, Eiji, Reina and Tae-hee!