Ohai, nice to see I'm still procrastinating on my other stories by doing a colab, hm? :p
Me and Kristy have been planning this for a while though, so go read her side (Len's P.O.V.) here;
Hope you likez.
This is Rin's point of view, bishes. c(:
It's pretty hard to focus on your food when you notice your brother looking at you really intently. He looked angry, his cheeks flushed a little and his face twisted up into a sort of uncomfortable glare.
I had to ask. "Is something wrong, Lennehh?"
He blushed, I knew it was because of the nickname I gave him, he hated it. I felt a smile creeping on to my face.
"NWH WTS NWTHWNG!" He said with a mouth full of food, making me giggle.
He always knows how to make me laugh…
I stood up because I had finished (well…almost finished) my food. I felt my skirt ride up my ass, great. I had to act natural, I did a twirl as I always did when showing off a new outfit and mustered the sweetest voice I could. "How do I look?"
"Slutty, so why are you wearing it?" Ouch. I almost flinched (but made a compromise and frowned instead) at how harsh his words were. He sounded disgusted by me which was exactly the opposite of what I had intended.
"I have a date." I stated simply, hoping for some sort of huge reaction that would make my dreams come true or something. It didn't happen.
"Who is the lucky guy." He asked me, a grimace forming on his face. He was shaking a little, I guess out of anger. Who wants a slutty sister going out in a slutty outfit with perverted boys?
"Hatsune Mikuo…" I began, hoping I didn't sound too off, "…And you don't like my outfit..?"
Well damn. That sounded desperate and dumb. Nice one, Rin.
"I-It looks k-kinda… h-hot on you…" He was stuttering, he found what I said awkward…this was not my day.
No boy in their right mind ever wants to call their twin sister hot. Ever.
I didn't want to dig a deeper hole than I had already. So I had to say something simple a memorable.
"Then I'm off!" I said, unknowing to my own seductive little smirk, "Bye Lennehh!"
I slammed the front door, venting my anger towards it. I was stupid to think that this would work.
You loved it.