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Kristin (aka) Butters ([info]snwpnitsirk) wrote,
Flint Siblings - 357 words
“What did you do…?”

“Nothing…?”

“Jolene.”

His arms crossed over his chest as he watched his sister from across the room, while his sister stood on the stairs, blocking him from going upstairs to go and check up on Marcus before he went to bed. This really couldn’t be good. The last time she had prevented him from going upstairs, she had broken something because she had fallen over. It wasn’t anything major, but she had acted as though the world was going to end when he found the shattered lamp. It was an ugly lamp anyway.

“…okay. Okay, but you can’t be mad at me. I did it out of love.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stepped closer, watching her move backwards up the stairs. To be honest, he was momentarily impressed that she had managed to do that without tripping and sliding down on her ass, but that didn’t stop him from advancing towards her. “So, are you going to tell me?”

“…no?”

Caden sighed and rolled his eyes, finally getting to the top of the stairs. Huh. Nothing appeared to be broken, but he could see her edging towards Marcus’ door. A brow arched before he moved towards the door, getting there before she could, even though she really did try to get there before he did. Even if she did, he probably would have just lifted her up and moved her out of the way, but--

“Oh…I’m going to kill you.”

“It isn’t that bad!”

“Jolene…he’s wearing pink bunny pajamas….”

“Awwww, but he looks so cute!”

“No, he doesn’t look cute, he looks miserable! Look at him!”

He gestured over to Marcus, who was frowning, his arms crossed over his chest as he sat cross legged on his bed, glaring at his aunt. Oh, that he definitely got from his father. The 3 year old had probably been sitting there since she had put him to bed, but was waiting for his Dad to come in and save him.

“Oh, you’re both so dramatic.”

“I swear, you and Estella are going to turn him gay.”

“But you’ll love all of us anyway!"


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