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Log:Complete
When; Backdated. A lot. Before Nue got lost X).
Rating; PG!
Characters; Nue [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
electr0nic] & Simca [simca_swallows].
Summary; Simca takes Nue out to talk about, who else? Spitfire.
Log;
It is finally time for Simca-nee to be having a talk with her adopted little brother. She has mentioned taking Nue on a date (which he refused to call it, and blushed each time she said it) for awhile now. The topic of the conversation would of course be Spitfire, as per usual. Spitfire is Simca’s dearest friend, and Nue is one of her favorite people as well. He's young and floundering a little in their relationship, as would anyone, she assumes, with Spitfire doting on them in his always charming fashion. A little nosy as usual, but with the best intentions at heart, Simca felt she should step in and give her nii-chan a pep talk.
With all of this in mind, she slides to a halt in front of the door of Nue and Spitfire’s apartment and knocks lightly. Simca has actually been given a key, but she feels like being polite today. Slender hands clasp behind her back, pink bangs are blown out of her eyes with a puff of breath, and hazel eyes shine with amusement as she waits patiently. Hopefully she can help ease Nue’s ever present anxiety and give him some encouraging words. After all, what are big sisters for?
Nue pulls the towel off his wet hair, setting it down on the living room table. Beads of water cling to his pale face like dew to a leaf before he dries it with his sleeve. His shirt is damp and his jeans look worn out; no doubt one of his trustier pair.
As he enters the kitchen, he notices a watch. Picking it up, he notices after closer inspection that it’s Spitfire’s.
“That bastard’s going to be wondering what time it is all day now!” Nue says, scratching his white hair, which is already drying. The boy hasn’t seen him, but Nue assumes that Spitfire has gone out early in the morning for something urgent, thus leaving the apartment empty with just himself...
“...And that old crock,” he mumbles as the doorbell rings. Startled, Nue goes to the door, looking through the peephole, which is a bit too high up for him.
“Simca...?!” he exclaims before opening the door, “What are you doing here?”
Simca hears the muffled sound of her name just before Nue opens the door, and she grins at him, sliding forward on her ATs to press a sweet kiss high on his cheek. “Hello, nii-chan,” she greets, ruffling his wet hair playfully as she glides in and swerves around to face him.
“I’m here to take you on a date, of course. We’ve been putting it off for too long already,” she winks. “And look, you’re already almost ready to go. How convenient. Did you shower just for me, Nue?” she teases. Nue is too fun and far too easy to make blush, but she loves it anyway.
Glancing around the apartment, which is clearly inhabited by boys (even if they are gay), she notices the silence and looks back at Nue. “All alone? Good timing as well. Now you have no excuse not to come with me,” she smiles. Not that he would have really had one if Spitfire had been there. The Flame king would have more than encouraged him to go with her too.
“Well?” she asks, one dainty eyebrow raised in question, hands resting on curvy hips. “Coming?”
Nue’s speechless for the first seconds before turning away from Simca to hide his red cheeks.
“Ye...yeah,” he says, not realizing that it came out a little bit snappy, “...I promised anyway.” He picks up the towel that he had previously thrown onto the table to dry his hair a little bit more.
“Just let me get my jacket,” he says, turning his head over his shoulder to have a glance at Simca before scampering into his room to fetch a plain black jacket. After this, he returns to the living room, adjusting his sleeves a little bit and zipping up the jacket.
“Er...are you going to be paying? Because... I don’t have Spitfire’s credit card,” says Nue, mouth scrunching up and eyebrows narrowing to form a troubled expression.
Amused as always, Simca leans against the counter behind her, ignoring the slightly snippy tone in Nue’s voice. It’s nothing unusual; she’s well aware that she unnerves him to a degree. She has that affect on many, with her brutal honesty and knowing smile. “That you did,” she agrees, catching his eye as he walks away to retrieve his jacket.
Simca finds Nue adorable, both bold and shy at the same time. She thinks he and Spitfire are good together. The age difference never bothers her, but then again, not much does.
“Of course, it’s my treat,” she reassures him with a laugh, gesturing to her purse. The clothing she usually chooses to wear does not provide pockets very often. With a smile, Simca reaches out to take Nue’s hand in her own, leading him towards the front door again.
“Off to the café we go, mm?” she nods.
"Nnrgh...?!" Nue grunts when his hand is taken by Simca's. Looking up, he nods his head, though he can't seem to shake away the blush on his face. Sometimes, he wonders why he even puts up with their antics... but it's not like there was any long-term problems caused by it, right?
Nue loosens his shirt a little bit and gulps, realizing that the two of them will look very strange stepping out into public like this. An older girl dragging a younger boy with her.
"We look like we're brother and sister," mutters Nue.
Simca glances over her shoulder at Nue and winks. “Aren’t we?” she grins, squeezing his hand gently and slowing down a little, allowing Nue to catch up so she isn’t dragging him along too much. “Nue is my nii-chan, after all,” she smiles kindly, fondness written clearly in her expression.
It doesn’t take them long to get to the café and finding a table is easy. Simca resists her first urge to treat Nue like the lady and pull out his chair for him, instead sitting down across from him and crossing her legs. She orders herself a soda and waits for Nue to order before folding her hands and resting her chin on them.
“So. How’re you, Nue?” she asks, genuinely curious as to how the younger boy is. She really does think of him as a younger brother and worries about him from time to time.
Nue's expression changes into a grumpy one.
"Not really..." he mumbles as he's led to the cafe, hiding the red blush on his cheeks with practiced ease... or whatever you'd call it. When they do get to the cafe, he feels completely exposed as he sits at the opposing end of the table from Simca. He hates being put on the spot, but he's going to have to get used to it, after all this conversation's going to be all about him right? When the waiter comes around he doesn't look up as he orders a Dr. Pepper.
"Alright, I guess," he replies to Simca's inquiry, trying to peel his eyelids back so he looks a bit more interesting, but his cowlick says something else. It doesn't have it's usual spunk, and even though it's gotten wet, it's drooping over like a weeping willow, like an old man with his cane and bad neck.
Nue’s cheeks are pink and Simca smiles with amusement. Always so shy. She thinks he should be used to her by now and her straight forward bluntness, but he still clams up around her at times. She doesn’t mind though. It’s adorably cute, though she refrains from saying that for the moment, as it would only embarrass him.
“Really?” she tilts her head to the side curiously. “No trouble in paradise with Spitfire?” If one could call it Paradise. As always, Simca gets straight to the point. Spitfire and Nue have quite the interesting relationship, which obviously causes Nue a lot of stress. She doesn’t understand why, really. Spitfire is so charming and accommodating and sweet. But then again, Nue is young and nervous and with all of that attention focused solely on him, it must get a little unnerving.
"It's not a...!" Nue denies immediately, "...A paradise..." The latter part of his sentence distorted by his speech into an unintelligible mumble. Focusing his vision down onto the table, he notices his hands are fisted in his lap, knuckles turned to white. He looks back up at Simca, looking at her gray eyes with his own sea green ones before looking off to the side.
"It's... I don't know," Nue sighs, examining the spoon in front of him, picking it up and feeling it's cold, hard structure while staring at himself. He holds on to it while resting his face on his hand. There's a part of him that really wants to feel lucky but another part of him that just won't settle for it. It confuses him to the point that sometimes he can't sleep at night, after all, being so close to Spitfire and everything. There are somedays when he purposefully falls asleep on the couch so that he can breath a little bit.
But even when Spitfire's not there, he some how manages to find a way back into Nue's heart. Like right now.
Nue abruptly drops the spoon when he notices how red his cheeks are before scratching his head in an attempt to cover it up.
Simca leans forward and props her hand up on one curled fist, watching Nue carefully. She giggles when he drops his spoon, obviously unnerved by the conversation. “He loves you, you know,” she says quietly, voice filled with affection, a warm expression on her face. “And you're lucky for it. I know you’re young, Nue. And it might feel like he’s pushing you sometimes, but I don’t think he is. It’s just the way Spitfire is,” she explains, fingers drumming gently on the table.
“Don’t take it for granted, hmm?” she smiles. “Not very many people have someone who cares about them so much,” she nods.
“So just… relax. Try and go with it. You obviously love him back or you wouldn’t be so unnerved,” she winks, laughing softly at the expression on his face.
"But it's hard!" Nue throws his fist into the table, startling the waiter right before he begins setting down their drinks. Nue apologizes, brushing a strange of white silver away from his face. He waits until the waiter disappears from his cone of vision before continuing.
"He's always playing around," he rests his head on his other hand while sipping the bubbly liquid, "I can't relax while knowing that."
"It's like he doesn't even care sometimes."
Simca jumps slightly when Nue brings his fist down, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. Instead, she reaches out across the small table and rests her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently while a reassuring smile lights up her face. “Don’t be silly. Of course he cares. He wouldn’t be Spitfire if he wasn’t a little flirty,” she giggles. She personally likes him that way, but she can see where Nue’s insecurities are stemming from.
“Talk to him about it. Don’t be so shy. He’ll listen. He always does, I promise,” she nods. And she knows, because Spitfire has always been there to listen to her. Simca reaches up to tweak a strand of Nue’s hair before returning her hand to her lap.
“I know him pretty well, you know,” she grins.
"Yeah, I know, but..." Nue doesn't bother to look up, even when Simca brushes fiddles with his hair. His lips wriggle into a straight line and his brow narrows, trying to figure out how to translate his feelings into words.
"Everytime I do that it makes me feel like it's my fault," he looks downwards, "...like maybe it'd be better off if I wasn't here in the first place and that we'd bother be in better situations."
"Sometimes, he disappears you know? Like I don't see him for a day and it makes me worry," He bites his lower lip, "...'cause if I look up and see him there, it makes me feel like...like I'm, er, I mean, he's...he's.........."
Nue swallows and rests his hands in front of him on the edge of the table, neck pouring sweat.
"...'feels like he's all mine."
Managing to hold off another giggle, as now is not the time, Simca merely smiles and shakes her head slowly. “Nue, you need to learn to trust him, mm~? You and I both know that Spitfire could probably have whoever he wanted,” she points out, raising one eyebrow and flashing the younger boy a mischievous smile.
“But if you haven’t noticed, he picked you. Don’t you think that says something? He’s not going anywhere. And I know it’d mean a lot to him if you did trust him,” she nods, folding her arms across her chest and leaning onto the table, smiling encouragingly.
“It’s certainly not your fault, or anything to be ashamed of if you’re a little insecure. First serious relationship, right? It’s scary,” she winks. “But you’re doing fine, alright? Don’t think so much. Feel. He loves you and you know it.”
Nue looks up, face laced with worry, "But I don't want to disappoint him!"
"Er..." He realizes he's just said something very odd out loud in public. Nue hushes his voice down a notch.
"But...I don't know sometimes," he sighs, mouth forming into a strange frown, "...Right now, it's like...it's really hard to trust him and let him know that I do when he's always running around." He throws a hand into the air for emphasis, head tilting and eyes scanning the urban scene. It's oddly quiet. He can hear the birds in the trees.
He doesn't like how serene it is.
"...I just want something human from him..." Like kisses. Though of course, Nue would never say that out loud, no matter the amount of money given.
It’s a good thing the table is small, as Simca leans across it, gently taking Nue’s chin in her fingers. With a smile, she presses a sweet kiss to his forehead and whispers “…then tell him that,” before returning to her seat with a satisfied look on her face.
“Pull him aside tonight and ask to talk with him. He’ll drop everything to do it, Nue,” she smirks playfully. “As suave and charming as he is, Spitfire isn’t a mind reader,” Simca winks. Nue’s innocence is so endearing. She wants to pull him over to her for a hug, but right now, he might have a heart attack if she does.
“And you won’t disappoint him. Promise.”
Nue's face formulates an expression of surprise, aqua eyes wide open, catching the sunlight and reflecting the rays like mirrors. His brow's unknit and there's a new light he hasn't seen yet. The switch has been flicked and electricity's running through his static youth veins.
Of course, he still blushes and takes a sip from his almost flat soda. But he can't stop that creeping feeling that crawls up his spine.
"...Are you sure?" He asks hesitantly as his lips leave the straw, eyebrows slanting again.
“Positive,” she smile, watching the warring expressions on his face with subdued amusement. Something seemed to click with that last remark, and it’s like Nue’s really looking at her now. “I know Spitfire. And I know you. Trust me,” she replies simply, shrugging her shoulders very lightly.
“So? Feeling any better? Even though I made you talk about something you didn’t want to?” she giggles, cocking her head to the side at him, stray strands of bubblegum pink hair falling into her bright eyes. She hopes she helped, even just a little bit. She cares a great deal about Nue, after all. And Spitfire as well, of course.
"Yeah," Nue says, pouting a bit in the process before taking another sip of his soda. He grumbles a little bit. Being a boy, he doesn't like it when he needs to ask for help and he often feels it never works, but sometimes, it really does.
But of course, that's only sometimes.
Finishing the last of his Dr. Pepper, he pushes it off to the side a little bit, "I'm done."
“Thought so, darling,” Simca grins, pulling out some money to pay for Nue’s drink. “I’m glad I could help, at least a little,” she adds, always amused at Nue’s poutiness. Standing up, she glides over to Nue’s side of the table and holds out her hand.
After all, big sisters have to watch out for their little brothers.
Rating; PG!
Characters; Nue [
electr0nic] & Simca [simca_swallows]. Summary; Simca takes Nue out to talk about, who else? Spitfire.
Log;
It is finally time for Simca-nee to be having a talk with her adopted little brother. She has mentioned taking Nue on a date (which he refused to call it, and blushed each time she said it) for awhile now. The topic of the conversation would of course be Spitfire, as per usual. Spitfire is Simca’s dearest friend, and Nue is one of her favorite people as well. He's young and floundering a little in their relationship, as would anyone, she assumes, with Spitfire doting on them in his always charming fashion. A little nosy as usual, but with the best intentions at heart, Simca felt she should step in and give her nii-chan a pep talk.
With all of this in mind, she slides to a halt in front of the door of Nue and Spitfire’s apartment and knocks lightly. Simca has actually been given a key, but she feels like being polite today. Slender hands clasp behind her back, pink bangs are blown out of her eyes with a puff of breath, and hazel eyes shine with amusement as she waits patiently. Hopefully she can help ease Nue’s ever present anxiety and give him some encouraging words. After all, what are big sisters for?
Nue pulls the towel off his wet hair, setting it down on the living room table. Beads of water cling to his pale face like dew to a leaf before he dries it with his sleeve. His shirt is damp and his jeans look worn out; no doubt one of his trustier pair.
As he enters the kitchen, he notices a watch. Picking it up, he notices after closer inspection that it’s Spitfire’s.
“That bastard’s going to be wondering what time it is all day now!” Nue says, scratching his white hair, which is already drying. The boy hasn’t seen him, but Nue assumes that Spitfire has gone out early in the morning for something urgent, thus leaving the apartment empty with just himself...
“...And that old crock,” he mumbles as the doorbell rings. Startled, Nue goes to the door, looking through the peephole, which is a bit too high up for him.
“Simca...?!” he exclaims before opening the door, “What are you doing here?”
Simca hears the muffled sound of her name just before Nue opens the door, and she grins at him, sliding forward on her ATs to press a sweet kiss high on his cheek. “Hello, nii-chan,” she greets, ruffling his wet hair playfully as she glides in and swerves around to face him.
“I’m here to take you on a date, of course. We’ve been putting it off for too long already,” she winks. “And look, you’re already almost ready to go. How convenient. Did you shower just for me, Nue?” she teases. Nue is too fun and far too easy to make blush, but she loves it anyway.
Glancing around the apartment, which is clearly inhabited by boys (even if they are gay), she notices the silence and looks back at Nue. “All alone? Good timing as well. Now you have no excuse not to come with me,” she smiles. Not that he would have really had one if Spitfire had been there. The Flame king would have more than encouraged him to go with her too.
“Well?” she asks, one dainty eyebrow raised in question, hands resting on curvy hips. “Coming?”
Nue’s speechless for the first seconds before turning away from Simca to hide his red cheeks.
“Ye...yeah,” he says, not realizing that it came out a little bit snappy, “...I promised anyway.” He picks up the towel that he had previously thrown onto the table to dry his hair a little bit more.
“Just let me get my jacket,” he says, turning his head over his shoulder to have a glance at Simca before scampering into his room to fetch a plain black jacket. After this, he returns to the living room, adjusting his sleeves a little bit and zipping up the jacket.
“Er...are you going to be paying? Because... I don’t have Spitfire’s credit card,” says Nue, mouth scrunching up and eyebrows narrowing to form a troubled expression.
Amused as always, Simca leans against the counter behind her, ignoring the slightly snippy tone in Nue’s voice. It’s nothing unusual; she’s well aware that she unnerves him to a degree. She has that affect on many, with her brutal honesty and knowing smile. “That you did,” she agrees, catching his eye as he walks away to retrieve his jacket.
Simca finds Nue adorable, both bold and shy at the same time. She thinks he and Spitfire are good together. The age difference never bothers her, but then again, not much does.
“Of course, it’s my treat,” she reassures him with a laugh, gesturing to her purse. The clothing she usually chooses to wear does not provide pockets very often. With a smile, Simca reaches out to take Nue’s hand in her own, leading him towards the front door again.
“Off to the café we go, mm?” she nods.
"Nnrgh...?!" Nue grunts when his hand is taken by Simca's. Looking up, he nods his head, though he can't seem to shake away the blush on his face. Sometimes, he wonders why he even puts up with their antics... but it's not like there was any long-term problems caused by it, right?
Nue loosens his shirt a little bit and gulps, realizing that the two of them will look very strange stepping out into public like this. An older girl dragging a younger boy with her.
"We look like we're brother and sister," mutters Nue.
Simca glances over her shoulder at Nue and winks. “Aren’t we?” she grins, squeezing his hand gently and slowing down a little, allowing Nue to catch up so she isn’t dragging him along too much. “Nue is my nii-chan, after all,” she smiles kindly, fondness written clearly in her expression.
It doesn’t take them long to get to the café and finding a table is easy. Simca resists her first urge to treat Nue like the lady and pull out his chair for him, instead sitting down across from him and crossing her legs. She orders herself a soda and waits for Nue to order before folding her hands and resting her chin on them.
“So. How’re you, Nue?” she asks, genuinely curious as to how the younger boy is. She really does think of him as a younger brother and worries about him from time to time.
Nue's expression changes into a grumpy one.
"Not really..." he mumbles as he's led to the cafe, hiding the red blush on his cheeks with practiced ease... or whatever you'd call it. When they do get to the cafe, he feels completely exposed as he sits at the opposing end of the table from Simca. He hates being put on the spot, but he's going to have to get used to it, after all this conversation's going to be all about him right? When the waiter comes around he doesn't look up as he orders a Dr. Pepper.
"Alright, I guess," he replies to Simca's inquiry, trying to peel his eyelids back so he looks a bit more interesting, but his cowlick says something else. It doesn't have it's usual spunk, and even though it's gotten wet, it's drooping over like a weeping willow, like an old man with his cane and bad neck.
Nue’s cheeks are pink and Simca smiles with amusement. Always so shy. She thinks he should be used to her by now and her straight forward bluntness, but he still clams up around her at times. She doesn’t mind though. It’s adorably cute, though she refrains from saying that for the moment, as it would only embarrass him.
“Really?” she tilts her head to the side curiously. “No trouble in paradise with Spitfire?” If one could call it Paradise. As always, Simca gets straight to the point. Spitfire and Nue have quite the interesting relationship, which obviously causes Nue a lot of stress. She doesn’t understand why, really. Spitfire is so charming and accommodating and sweet. But then again, Nue is young and nervous and with all of that attention focused solely on him, it must get a little unnerving.
"It's not a...!" Nue denies immediately, "...A paradise..." The latter part of his sentence distorted by his speech into an unintelligible mumble. Focusing his vision down onto the table, he notices his hands are fisted in his lap, knuckles turned to white. He looks back up at Simca, looking at her gray eyes with his own sea green ones before looking off to the side.
"It's... I don't know," Nue sighs, examining the spoon in front of him, picking it up and feeling it's cold, hard structure while staring at himself. He holds on to it while resting his face on his hand. There's a part of him that really wants to feel lucky but another part of him that just won't settle for it. It confuses him to the point that sometimes he can't sleep at night, after all, being so close to Spitfire and everything. There are somedays when he purposefully falls asleep on the couch so that he can breath a little bit.
But even when Spitfire's not there, he some how manages to find a way back into Nue's heart. Like right now.
Nue abruptly drops the spoon when he notices how red his cheeks are before scratching his head in an attempt to cover it up.
Simca leans forward and props her hand up on one curled fist, watching Nue carefully. She giggles when he drops his spoon, obviously unnerved by the conversation. “He loves you, you know,” she says quietly, voice filled with affection, a warm expression on her face. “And you're lucky for it. I know you’re young, Nue. And it might feel like he’s pushing you sometimes, but I don’t think he is. It’s just the way Spitfire is,” she explains, fingers drumming gently on the table.
“Don’t take it for granted, hmm?” she smiles. “Not very many people have someone who cares about them so much,” she nods.
“So just… relax. Try and go with it. You obviously love him back or you wouldn’t be so unnerved,” she winks, laughing softly at the expression on his face.
"But it's hard!" Nue throws his fist into the table, startling the waiter right before he begins setting down their drinks. Nue apologizes, brushing a strange of white silver away from his face. He waits until the waiter disappears from his cone of vision before continuing.
"He's always playing around," he rests his head on his other hand while sipping the bubbly liquid, "I can't relax while knowing that."
"It's like he doesn't even care sometimes."
Simca jumps slightly when Nue brings his fist down, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. Instead, she reaches out across the small table and rests her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently while a reassuring smile lights up her face. “Don’t be silly. Of course he cares. He wouldn’t be Spitfire if he wasn’t a little flirty,” she giggles. She personally likes him that way, but she can see where Nue’s insecurities are stemming from.
“Talk to him about it. Don’t be so shy. He’ll listen. He always does, I promise,” she nods. And she knows, because Spitfire has always been there to listen to her. Simca reaches up to tweak a strand of Nue’s hair before returning her hand to her lap.
“I know him pretty well, you know,” she grins.
"Yeah, I know, but..." Nue doesn't bother to look up, even when Simca brushes fiddles with his hair. His lips wriggle into a straight line and his brow narrows, trying to figure out how to translate his feelings into words.
"Everytime I do that it makes me feel like it's my fault," he looks downwards, "...like maybe it'd be better off if I wasn't here in the first place and that we'd bother be in better situations."
"Sometimes, he disappears you know? Like I don't see him for a day and it makes me worry," He bites his lower lip, "...'cause if I look up and see him there, it makes me feel like...like I'm, er, I mean, he's...he's.........."
Nue swallows and rests his hands in front of him on the edge of the table, neck pouring sweat.
"...'feels like he's all mine."
Managing to hold off another giggle, as now is not the time, Simca merely smiles and shakes her head slowly. “Nue, you need to learn to trust him, mm~? You and I both know that Spitfire could probably have whoever he wanted,” she points out, raising one eyebrow and flashing the younger boy a mischievous smile.
“But if you haven’t noticed, he picked you. Don’t you think that says something? He’s not going anywhere. And I know it’d mean a lot to him if you did trust him,” she nods, folding her arms across her chest and leaning onto the table, smiling encouragingly.
“It’s certainly not your fault, or anything to be ashamed of if you’re a little insecure. First serious relationship, right? It’s scary,” she winks. “But you’re doing fine, alright? Don’t think so much. Feel. He loves you and you know it.”
Nue looks up, face laced with worry, "But I don't want to disappoint him!"
"Er..." He realizes he's just said something very odd out loud in public. Nue hushes his voice down a notch.
"But...I don't know sometimes," he sighs, mouth forming into a strange frown, "...Right now, it's like...it's really hard to trust him and let him know that I do when he's always running around." He throws a hand into the air for emphasis, head tilting and eyes scanning the urban scene. It's oddly quiet. He can hear the birds in the trees.
He doesn't like how serene it is.
"...I just want something human from him..." Like kisses. Though of course, Nue would never say that out loud, no matter the amount of money given.
It’s a good thing the table is small, as Simca leans across it, gently taking Nue’s chin in her fingers. With a smile, she presses a sweet kiss to his forehead and whispers “…then tell him that,” before returning to her seat with a satisfied look on her face.
“Pull him aside tonight and ask to talk with him. He’ll drop everything to do it, Nue,” she smirks playfully. “As suave and charming as he is, Spitfire isn’t a mind reader,” Simca winks. Nue’s innocence is so endearing. She wants to pull him over to her for a hug, but right now, he might have a heart attack if she does.
“And you won’t disappoint him. Promise.”
Nue's face formulates an expression of surprise, aqua eyes wide open, catching the sunlight and reflecting the rays like mirrors. His brow's unknit and there's a new light he hasn't seen yet. The switch has been flicked and electricity's running through his static youth veins.
Of course, he still blushes and takes a sip from his almost flat soda. But he can't stop that creeping feeling that crawls up his spine.
"...Are you sure?" He asks hesitantly as his lips leave the straw, eyebrows slanting again.
“Positive,” she smile, watching the warring expressions on his face with subdued amusement. Something seemed to click with that last remark, and it’s like Nue’s really looking at her now. “I know Spitfire. And I know you. Trust me,” she replies simply, shrugging her shoulders very lightly.
“So? Feeling any better? Even though I made you talk about something you didn’t want to?” she giggles, cocking her head to the side at him, stray strands of bubblegum pink hair falling into her bright eyes. She hopes she helped, even just a little bit. She cares a great deal about Nue, after all. And Spitfire as well, of course.
"Yeah," Nue says, pouting a bit in the process before taking another sip of his soda. He grumbles a little bit. Being a boy, he doesn't like it when he needs to ask for help and he often feels it never works, but sometimes, it really does.
But of course, that's only sometimes.
Finishing the last of his Dr. Pepper, he pushes it off to the side a little bit, "I'm done."
“Thought so, darling,” Simca grins, pulling out some money to pay for Nue’s drink. “I’m glad I could help, at least a little,” she adds, always amused at Nue’s poutiness. Standing up, she glides over to Nue’s side of the table and holds out her hand.
After all, big sisters have to watch out for their little brothers.