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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ double-checks that everything in the house is straightened and in its proper place, despite having cleaned everything earlier that morning. a few peeks up the stairs towards her brother's room is the only other movement she makes besides nudging things here and there, taking a seat on the edge of a chair when she realizes that it probably won't be very long now. is quite aware (was made aware) that her brother had tricked anthony into thinking they were going to meet at twelve instead of twelve-thirty, but still can't help but glance outside the front window every few minutes to make sure that she would be there when he arrived. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ at 12:01, the putt putt putt comes closer & closer. closer still... then stops when he pulls into his the driveway of his captain's house. hitting the breaks, he fidgets a bit, feeling a bit misplaced as he stares up at the house. not the biggest he's seen, but it's still on the nice side, he knows; rather shiny when compared to his & his dad's modest little apartment. tucking the helmet underneath an arm, he strolls up to the door & knocks.

pauses. hits the doorbell as well. ]

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Ah-! [ shoots up from her seat at that, scurrying on over to the door. opens it, peering out before pulling it open the rest of the way, moving slightly to let him in. ] Good afternoon, Anthony.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Hi. I. . . [ looks down at his helmet. ] Didn't bring any presents.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, tilting her head a little. ]

Presents?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ handwave. ]

Visiting a place. Usually gotta bring something. Typically. [ pause. ] It's probably an Asian thing.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Oh... [ pauses. then smiles when she gets it. ] That's alright. Please, come in.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's okay. Aren't we leaving soon?

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ takes a quick glance at the stairs again. fidgets, looking guilty. ]

Um... actually... you were told the wrong time...

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ after a handful of hours roaming around the mall and buying the necessary things he had come for (the new laptop was a coincidence, he needed one anyway) the invitation of staying at his home for the remainder of time they had left before their final outing was brought up, and with his goalie's approval they made their way to his house.

takes out his keys and opens the door when they arrive, bending down to take off his shoes and set them to the side. doesn't bother placing his bags down for now, instead doing the first thing he typically does when he knows his younger sister had been home alone: ]

Anne? [ a pause. sets his bags down, turning to anthony when there is no reply. ] I will return shortly.

[ & then he turns to begin making his way up the stairs in silence. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ just nods absently, still stuck on the topic of he bought a laptop. eyes the inside of the house with vague interest before finally wiggling out of his shoes. wanders the first floor for a few minutes, looking for the bathroom. upon finding it & quickly taking care of his business, he stands in the hallway, thinking. (or not.)

a long moment later, he scrubs at his eyes tiredly & goes to lounge on the couch in the living room until one of the siblings comes back down. ]

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ it's about five or so minutes until there is once again movement upstairs, the girl slowly padding down the stairs as she rubs her eyes, sleep still heavy on her lids. upon spotting their guest she perks up, carefully making her way down the last few steps to come around towards the living room. peeks in, a small smile on her lips. ]

Welcome back, Anthony.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ jerks out of his half-dazed state upon hearing her voice, sitting up from where he'd been almost sprawled on the couch. ]

Hi. Thanks. [ looks at the stairs. ] He bought a laptop.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ blinks at his words, glancing at the stairs briefly before looking back at anthony, curious. ]

Oh?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Darn them credit card generation kids.

1/2

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ smiles again, shaking her head a little. ]

Then he must have needed it.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's right! Would you like something to eat? Big brother is hungry, so I will make something for you as well!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks. ]

What're you going to cook?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ with their stomachs full and a little time to spare, he leads them towards their destination for the rest of the night at a rather slow pace. after a short walk they arrive, making his way in to look around for the loud redhead, only being able to spot jeremy seated somewhere at the side. heads that way after taking a passing glance at anthony, coming up beside jeremy to raise a hand in greeting. ]

Good evening.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ turns around to face michael upon hearing his voice, beaming. glances briefly away to confirm anthony's also here (who is hanging back a little behind the captain), he gives a small nod before raising his arms to give michael a big hug. ]

Captain! Glad you could join us!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks down at jeremy's suggestion at that hug, only looking back at his face when he deems the act unnecessary. ]

Where is Rachel?

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow at the non-response, then gives a small shrug before stepping up to give michael one anyway. that done: ]

Probably still back at her place, preening. She wanted to look her best.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ is rather unresponsive to that as well, straightening his shirt a little when the one-sided hug is completed. ]

That does not come as a surprise. [ takes a few steps forward to sit on the small couch in front of jeremy's seat. ] I suppose we will have to wait.

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs at the non-response, wandering over to envelop anthony into a hug of his own. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ freezes, hanging onto his fist just on time to avoid punching jeremy instinctively. ]

Calling sexual hara--

[photogoof.livejournal.com]

[ talking over the bawking: ]

Should we make a punishment game up for her, do you think?