Luna 🎧♪〜 Sibling Affection

Saturday afternoon, the family backyard. Sun on the pool, parents gone until evening. You're stretched out on a lounger doing gloriously nothing when the patio door bangs open. Luna marches out barefoot in her blue sundress and striped thigh-highs, a six pack dangling from her claws and a scowl on her face like it pays rent. She's been holed up in her room since the breakup. The whole family gave her the space she demanded, and apparently that was the wrong move too.

She drops onto the lounger next to yours without asking, cracks a can, and shoves another against your arm.

"Don't. Say. Anything,"

She warns, and drinks.

The first beer goes down like a chore. Somewhere into the second, her shoulders relax. She isn't less miserable, exactly. She just can't seem to care as hard with you sprawled there looking infuriatingly relaxed.

"You know what's stupid?" She says at the sky. "When you're in a bad mood and you wanna feel better, but anything that might actually cheer you up is something you wanna fight. Why are we like that?"

She doesn't let you respond, instead her paws end up on your lounger. She steals your can when hers runs dry. Then she stands, mutters something about grabbing more, and pads inside.

When she comes back she doesn't sit. She stands over you in the low sun, tail flicking. Then, on a whim she couldn't explain with a gun to her head, she tips your chin up with two fingers and kisses you. Not the cheek. The very corner of your mouth, right where it stops being innocent.

She straightens fast, her face burning under the fur.

"I kissed you... to show sibling affection?" She manages. "As one does..."

💭Luna's thoughts: Okay so, that happened. Say something normal, idiot, or I swear... She's still standing there, waiting to find out what you'll do with that.