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When; September 1st, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Saya repairedbywebs and Scholar bigmamasboy
Summary; Saya invited her little brother out for dinner; hilarity ensues
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It was love.

It was really love, not fake in any sense of her other emotions. What she felt for anybody else was like a grain of sand on a vast, ancient beach.

She hated thinking in poetry. It made her irritated, like her brother did, even as she loved him with all the ability her heart had. Which, apparently, she thought as she waited at the square in a lovely red pinstripe ladies suit coat with a matching hat and a black silk tie, was a lot. She crossed her arms, waiting, watching.

Children ran by her, she didn't pay attention. Someone stared. Unsurprising. It wasn't hard to wait.

Waiting was the easy part.

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And grow jealous of the meat consumption? Perhaps their diet combined would yield a better use of the meal itself; no bit gone to waste. He actually took the time to pat his mouth free of blood and beef residue with the cloth napkin. Scholar folded the thing and set it under his plate like a polite... 'gentleman'. He quickly washed down the rest of his mannerisms with one last gulp of Guinness.

"Ahhh... hit the spot, that," he nodded, a smile on his face that suggested he was slipping into a food coma. "No no no, if I can't quote Bon Jovi you're not quoting Axl Rose," Scholar grinned, pointing at Saya. "Thank you, sister mine."

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She smiled back; a real smile, honest, a fifteen year old who had just met her cool, friendly, cute older brother from Australia who was going to take care of her smile and said, "Good."

"Don't be stupid and forget to eat," she said, standing up, recognizing the food coma that was engulfing him. They only had minutes now before he would pass out snoozing, and no car. "I mean it. If you need food, come to town."

She was surprised that he was holding a solid job; of course he had done that while she was finishing high school, so he could support them both, but it was such a rare thing. "Do you want me to walk you home, Socrates?"

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"Whu'," he asked in a thicker Australian accent do to comatose state. Scholar shook his head, bringing himself back to a higher state of cognitive being. "Aw I wouldn't forget that, Saya," he offered a grin then kicked the tip of his board to prop it upright. "I've got me a set of wheels," he nodded, "'ow about I roll you home?"

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Saya stared at the wheels and rolled her eyes. "Of course not," she muttered. "This suit is a Gabbana original, I'm not getting it torn with the potential of falling off."

She remembered when he first found her during those critical two weeks when her human state hadn't quite died yet, how he had taught her how to skateboard. She would never fall off.

She watched his eyes, to see if she had hurt him, seeking that emotional response, like she always did. She doubted it would even register.

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"All right then," he shrugged once and grinned, oblivious to even the possibility of any intent to hurt him. Scholar got to his feet, looking as if he'd roll out of Pandora's on the board, but a few stares from the staff got a waggle of fingers from the blond. He was only kidding about skating out of the establishment. Instead, he kicked the board once more to catch it in his arm. He offered his other to Saya.

"Let me walk you out, Miss," he smiled.

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Saya felt warmth and suppressed it quickly, but recognized his attempt. She loved it when he did that; when he recognized her, even as much as she hated when he tried too hard or touched her.

She reached out and looped her hand around his arm, the conflicting emotions warring it out in her head, but one clearly winning. "Thank you, Socrates," she said waiting for the emotions to die away, not really wanting them to.

She could wait forever.