<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The refrigerator door was slammed by a quivering hand, fury pulsating underneath each filed nail. Nothing edible linger inside the damned thing; nary a banana or apple occupy the woven, fruit basket atop the glossy counter; god, a single box of fucking Cheerios could not be exhumed from the inadequate pantry.<br/><br/>"Well…" Blaire murmured, plucking up messy waves and securing them into a limp bun. Venom fizzed, its caustic tang heavily thrown at the chortling brother. "Obviously you'd rather joke around than buy groceries. I'm leaving." <br/><br/>Every article of clothing, even the comfortable boxers, stayed upon the lithe, feminine frame. Although, a myopic plague engulfed both orbs, so a pair of contemporary frames-- rectangular in shape, petite in size-- glided onto her elfin nose.<br/><br/>A sigh parted Dustan's guilty lips, his greedy hand reaching out; famished for that velvety skin he treasured so. "Come on, sis...I was kidding…"<br/><br/>She plodded over, dropping down to haunches where the remorseful lad sat. Love, the shine destroying standoffishness, compelled Blaire back into familiar arms, again into the comforting aromatics of pine and smoke.<br/><br/>"God! I can't stay mad at my lovable lug of a brother, can I?"<br/><br/>Palm cupping her rosy cheek, he admitted quietly, "I'm…not sure." And then the brazen brother kissed his sweet sister.<br/>---<br/><br/>A draught of steaming hot chocolate, a teensy piece of a delicious, apple tart: that's all it took to calm Blaire down.<br/><br/><em>Ring, ring.</em> The incoming call was answered with a melodious "Hello?" inside the Seventh Avenue café.<br/></span>