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 Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:15 pm
Richter didn't much like travel, especially after eating, but since he didn't want his twin to be completely blindsided by his decision, he found himself standing outside her door with a take-out box of double-fudge molten cake, ice cream included. Bribery always helped with Reina, or at least it usually did. And even if she wasn't interested, he liked molten chocolate cake well enough, so he'd eat it. (And look like a pig, of course, but hell. No one, but no one, could waste anything chocolate and still be human.)
Wasn't like he'd paid for it. He was a damn cheap b*****d- it had gone to the company, since he'd been out at a company party. Well, that was how it was. No one got paid enough recently, or at least that was what he told himself. Sighing, he straightened his tie and smoothed his hair- more than he'd ever do for some of the floozies he slept with, hell -and lifted one hand to knock on the door.
Wait a sec. How did he even know Reina was home?... Well. Actually, he could hear her through the door. Not Reina, per say, but the television was blaring. Richter sighed and knocked twice, waited a second and then knocked once more. "Reina," he said loudly, probably not enough to be heard but usually enough to get through the door, "I brought cake."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:35 pm
The door opened just enough to let the woman on the other side peer out at Richter with deep suspicion etched on her face: "What'd you do this time?" The moron that she called a brother only brought her free food without complaining when he'd managed to do something completely stupid and wanted her help.
Which happened rather a lot, for all that he considered himself a sophisticated, mature adult - or at least Reina thought he did, because that'd be just like him, the ******** idiot - and she sincerely hoped he hadn't roped himself another stalker from one of his lays. Getting rid of his latest ditzy bimbo was usually hell; why the ******** hadn't someone given the bitches a brain instead of goddamned leech-like persistence?
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:42 pm
Dear Lord, why did she always think he'd done something? He held up the plastic bag and shook it a little, smiling in a disarming fashion that usually made the most straight-laced ladies bend to his will. With his sister, it usually only pissed her off more, which never stopped him from trying. He hunched up his shoulders for the inevitable smack on the back of his head.
"The ice cream is melting," he offered helpfully, "Please don't hit me. I didn't do anything this time." Yet, anyway, Richter amended to himself. The whole reason he'd come over was to announce he'd decided to adopt a child and go through the whole 'fatherhood' deal. You know, introduce her to the idea, so she wouldn't... talk like she normally did... around his kid. He was sure that crazy ******** sisters (they didn't technically have a mom, but it was only an expression) were not part of a normal life.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:52 pm
"Oh please, as if I'd believe that." She'd have added an appropriate 'b*****d' at the end, but damnit, there was ice-cream waiting and, if her nose wasn't failing her, chocolate. (Reina ******** loved chocolate. Almost as much as she liked cursing.)
"Well, come on in already, dolt. You know where the plates are -- don't pretend you don't, s**t, I know you know because you put them there, ******** a**l-retentive obsessive compulsive-" she made sure to slam the door after him, giving a smug thought to the fussy neighbours before going around to clean off some of her crap so they could actually sit at the table.
"So. What do you want?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:09 pm
He pretended he hadn't heard any of her snarky comments, and breezed past her right into the kitchen while silently thanking his lucky stars for the fact that she hadn't tried to bust open his skull. Putting down the bag of delicious cake, he pulled out two plates- clean, thankfully, had she been doing her dishes again? Glee. Still, he wiped the surface of the plates with the cuff of his suit sleeves. You never knew...
Richter took out spoons and then, with a flourish, portioned out the cake exactly even, and the ice cream as well. Despite threats to the contrary, the ice cream looked fine, and the fudge sauce was still hot. He sat down across from his sister and said, "Why yes, I have been ********." Then he took a bite of his cake and continued, "But that's not what I came to talk about."
For a second he paused, gauging her mood. "I've decided I'm going to adopt a child," he said finally.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:25 pm
Reina choked on the delicious ice cream and cake. The ******** a*****e, he ******** knew not to tell her s**t when she was eating!
"You-you- what?" Reina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and scowled, not at all concerned about ladylike behaviour. "What the <********>, dude? You've never even held a kid, much less wiped it's a**! ********, you wipe your plate with your sleeve before eating off of it-" she neatly pretended that this wasn't actually a good idea, at least in her apartment, "-how the hell are you going to change a wet diaper diaper full of s**t?"
She leaned back and leveled him with her best glare. This was bad. ******** it, but the moron wasn't a kiddy kind of person; he wasn't even the kind of person that she considered possible of learning how to be a kids' person - he ******** slept with more women in a month than Reina even met, and damnit, that was not a good influence on a kid, screw that he might be a marginally good person otherwise.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:15 am
He sighed and waited out the short rant. Sure, it couldn't really be denied that he had never really cared for a kid, and that he didn't like to risk getting some kind of strange disease from her dishes. Whores gave you STDs, which were generally curable and he was always careful anyway, but Reina's house could give you food poisoning, or worse. He knew from experience.
"I'll learn," he said, "By the way, I have held a kid." A moment's pause; he tried to remember exactly where he'd held said kid. It clicked, though, when he started thinking about attractive blonds. That's right, he thought, and then he said, "In Paris."
Richter nudged the plate around his small section of the table, looking a little worried. It was like she was reciting his own list of fears right back at him. "That's why I came here, anyway. You work with children all the time, so of course you'd know more than I do about them. I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind if I bothered you about it." If only Reina was so easy to understand as other women, he'd be a much happier man.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 3:23 pm
"You're doing it to attract more whores, aren't you?" Voice dry, she leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at Richter's face (and hopefully intimidate the ******** a bit).
Sure, she'd support him whole-heartedly, as soon as she was sure he actually meant it.. In her years of working as a dance instructor for kids (or sniveling hellions, whichever you'd prefer), Reina had come across many kinds of parents. A lot of them wholly unsuited. And she'd seen how having a parent like that could ******** up a kid for life - frankly, there was no ******** way that her womanizing moron of a brother could handle a kid.
If there was any chance this was just some stupid whim of his, she'd stop this whole situation before it ever even started. For both his sake and the poor kid he'd end up adopting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:10 pm
The look on Richter's face couldn't have been described as anything other than offended. His brow furrowed and little crinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes; there was a definite sense of outrage in the downturn of one corner of his mouth. He planted one hand on her shoulder and shoved her away, against the back of her seat, out of his personal space. "No," he snapped. "My face and my wallet are usually enough for that."
He paused, obviously trying to collect himself. "I was thinking lately," he said softly, setting down his spoon, putting his elbows on the table and his forehead in the palms of his hands. It ruffled his perfect coiffure. "We've grown up normal so far, Reina. But it's the one thing the scientists could never tell, how long we'd live. And I don't think I'll die soon, but when I do go, I want to leave... something, you know, something more than just some foundation with my name. I want to affect someone. Does that make sense?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:25 pm
Not in the least. Reina was stumped. What the ********, dude? When the hell did her slutty brother grow a brain, much less spend time thin-- okay, so she was being harsh. But damnit, this wasn't how things usually went, how they worked. What the ******** was she supposed to say?
And it was so damn odd too; no-one could've called her introspective, but out of the two of them, she'd probably be considered more likely for these kind of thoughts.
And she didn't know. Because damnit, she was content, and happy and this wasn't the sort of s**t she liked to think about and this whole mess was beginning to dredge up more uncomfortable thoughts and emotions than was good for her ******** mental health. s**t.
She was floundering. But if there was one thing that for was sure in the world, it was that Reina Fabel Loved Her Brother Very Much, and damnit, that meant trying her best to understand what the hell he was talking about.
"I.. s**t, maybe it does, I don't know, Richter." Tact might not have been her strong suit, but honesty was. "I don't know, okay?"
She flailed for words for a bit, thrown off and consciously trying to censor her swearing habit for once; ******** it, she'd never been good at this 'sensitivity'-s**t.
In the end she sighed and leaned forwards (again), absentmindedly fixing her brother's ruined hairdo: "If you're serious about this s**t - and I do mean <******** absolutely serious-" another glare, "I'll help you out." She resisted the temptation to end her little speech with a 'duh'.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:50 pm
s**t. If Reina didn't get it, who would? He almost laughed, and it would have been a damn hysterical sound if it'd ever managed to make it past the back of his throat. But his hand was over his mouth so it sounded more like a choking noise. Richter shook out his hands and sighed.
"I am," he said, "******** absolutely serious. I swear, Reina. I wouldn't joke about this."
Well, not at this exact moment, anyway.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:59 pm
"Oh." She leaned back to stare at him some more. "You.. fine, okay. I'll be with you all the way, then. Except the shitty diapers part. You can ******** do that yourself." She patted his head somewhat awkwardly before going back to her ice-cream.
Damn, who would have thought? Her loveable moron of a brother with a kid? The world really was ending.
Well, at least she had ice-cream and chocolate fudge. Unless Richter ate it all.
Idiot.
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