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[themidnightson]

"That's perfect."

He closed the shirt box sitting on the bar.
Edward might be distracted, but he didn't forget.
He picked up a pen, contemplating the note card.


One order of botherable, with a side of amiable.
It's been a good day for Edward.

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

There's a bring grin on her face when she sees one of her favourite brothers sitting at the bar. With a wriggling puppy in her arms (one that was supposed to be going outside), Jenny runs over.

Things are better. Things are finally getting better. Her thoughts broadcast as much.

"Edward!"

[themidnightson]

There's a faintly amused expression for the bouncy blonde, before his expression shifts to the wiggling mass in her arms. "And this is?"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

The dog, apparently, is as stupid as her owner when it comes to vampires. She continues to wiggle, craning her neck outward to get a better sniff of Edward.

"Slowpoke," Jenny answers, a smile still on her face. "I found her."

[themidnightson]

Edward regarded it abjectly interested and not all at once. Small pets were beneath their usual interest and they were usually instinctually terrified of them.

"Nice." Beat. "You look better."

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

A paw beat out against his skin as the rampant sniffing (and now biting attempts) of the golden retriever continued.

"Bart's running again. Bet you he can beat you in a race now."

[themidnightson]

Edward's scoff and half roll of his eyes are out of consistency as he finds himself surprised by the dogs attention, even if his teeth graze no harder than every other touch in his day.

"And everything else?"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, a vampire's skin makes for a marvelous chew toy. With a soft growl, Slowpoke tries biting harder.

Jenny, caught up in bragging about her boyfriend, doesn't notice.

"What's everything else?"

[themidnightson]

Edward is not as impressed by the attention, and the curl of his arm away is gracefully simple and very specific -- because the urge to back hand something too small to be considered prey trying to make him a toy is instantaneous.


"How is everything else?" He clarified, making sure to keep his tone even.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

At that point, Jenny finally does notice her puppy's attempts at making Edward a chew toy. She places a hand on Slowpoke's muzzle as a stern "no" for biting her friends.

"Good," she answers with a grin. "Really good. Going to get training in Ben's superhero camp."

[themidnightson]

Edward's brow knit, head cocking faintly to oneside.

"Superhero camp?"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Jenny nods. It's exactly what it sounds like to her, so she doesn't bother clarifying.

"He's picked out a really good facility. Good to keep my skills up while I've been stu- staying here."

[themidnightson]

Edward raised his eyebrows.

"Bound?"



It doesn't sound like a question so much.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "Helping Bart."

[betagainstme]

:O






"What's that?" Alice looks rather nosy as she peers over his shoulder. Well, this is because she is rather nosy.

[themidnightson]

"A gift, obviously, Alice," Edward remarked, even as he couldn't conceal a smile. He didn't look up at her yet though as he sealed the note into its card.

[betagainstme]

"Oh." Alice says, stepping back. "How nice."



:D?

[themidnightson]

"Would you like to read the card over for me?"

He's very carefully only half playing with the decision to let her have the card.

[betagainstme]

"Are you going to let me read it?"

[themidnightson]

He doesn't make the decision until he holds it up above his shoulder and toward her, watching her with a smirk.

The note card is simple and classic, just a white square with rounded edges and a relief raised boarder in a creme shade just off from the main stock paper.

The words are simple--

Think you that you are to go on
Forever pampered and untried

--from a early 1900's poem about Cassandra.

[betagainstme]

She smiles at the words, running her fingers over the raised border. Visions of what's in the box dance before their eyes.

She nudges him with her elbow. "You're a good brother."

[themidnightson]

"It'll be our secret," Edward said, smirking and using one hand to slide the box over to the bar space in front of her.

[betagainstme]

She takes it and opens it, regardless of having seen the shirt already. Her fingers curl around his arm, tugging him down to her so she can kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

[themidnightson]

Edward lets her this time, lists gracefully to one side.

He's done enough (and is still doing) lately that it makes it worth not teasing her. Being grateful (and he is grateful to have her on his side no matter how hard he pushes her away or denies what she's said or what she wants) is something he can give with each of them without changing what is.


Instead, after she has kissed his cheek, he starts with, "I hear you and Jasper have been forbidden to touch the Mercedes."

[betagainstme]

She laughs, softly and melodically, letting her hand drift from his arm. Her eyes dance with mischief as she grins up at her brother. "Maybe just a little."

[themidnightson]

Edward shook his head, amusedly smirking. "You could tell him you were practicing keeping in character."

Seventeen year old's did things in their parents car more often than any parent wanted to know.