>Morning comes early
>It nearly always does
>Not that you mind
>Sleeping all day is just a waste of your time anyway
>Besides, ouches aren't too comfortable to sleep on to begin with
>What are you even doing on a couch
>Oh, you hate this part
>The part between hen you wake up and when your memory does
>It always costs you a few moments to recollect yourself
>Fact: you are Crescendo
>Fact: you are spending the week babysitting Dusk Shine
>Fact: his older sister is or was sleeping upstairs
>A few bonus facts to top it off:
>She's kind of cute
>And you're not just saying that because you saw her cooch yesterday
>But nevermind that, there are more pressing matters at hand
>Such as what woke you up
>Dusk
>Well, he didn't really wake you up, but you have a reason to get out of bed now
>You stretch yourself out and stifle a moan, letting Dusk know you're awake
>For five minutes, he's been standing there, not sure of what to do
"It's alright Dusk, I'm awake. You can watch your morning cartoons."
>"Uh, sorry. Also good morning. And I don't watch cartoons."
>You sit up from your lying position on the couch, allowing Dusk to sit down next to you
>He flips the TV on, and puts some weird quiz on
>Seriously, who even wants to think about how bases and acids react in a vacuum at this time of day?
>Instead, you decide this is as good a time as any to get yourself dressed
>Until now, your blanket was covering you, but you're really only wearing boxer shorts
>You check and see that Dusk is properly glued to the TV, and quickly put on some clothes
>A short attempt at modeling your hair without  mirror later, you put the blanket away and you're done
>You then attempt to watch Dusk's show a little longer, but it's really too much, especially at this hour
>Clapping your hands together, catching Dusk's attention, you stand up
"How about breakfast? Your sister will probably be up soon anyway."
>"Huh? Oh, she's already up. But she always takes a million years to... I don't even know what she does that takes so long."
"All the more reason! Come on, let's get ready. Wanna help?"
>After a short moment of thinking, he slowly stands up, nodding
>"Okay, but... I've never actually done this before."
"I'll show you how. Come on."
>You lead him into the kitchen, and quickly find the ingredients for a classic toast and fried eggs and bacon breakfast
>A big healthy breakfast for a big healthy boy, your father says
>You're sure the same counts for smaller individuals
>Dusk really has zero experience with this, but he's quick to learn
>The end result is better than what you expected after the first minute, even if a little black around the edges
>Even after you've finished breakfast, Gleaming doesn't show up, so you and Dusk eat your breakfast, leaving Gleaming's on the counter
>You're sure she won't mind
>"You know, Crescendo,"
>You look up at Dusk as you sit down on the couch and flip the TV on
>"I think Gleaming li-"
>Dusk is interrupted by Gleaming walking into the room
>You trust Dusk on his word, but she does look like she just stepped out of bed
>In a good way, as far as that's a thing
"Oh, Gleaming, good morning!"
>"Morning, BSB-"
>For some reason, Dusk cuts himself off
>"Morning, sis!"
>"Morning."
>She smiles tiredly before walking off into the kitchen, her brother quickly following her
>The TV drowns out the sound of their conversation, but you can imagine how it goes
>And, as you predicted, Gleaming quickly sits down with her breakfast
>As she sits, you can't help but steal a few glances at her
>Oh shit!
>She saw you!
>Quick, you were just looking that way because...
>Nevermind, just look at the TV
>Seeing as Gleaming does and says nothing, you guess it's alright
>Even so, you're wondering why she's putting salt on eggs and bacon
>Not much later, she starts eating
>She shudders and speaks up
>"So, um..."
"Hm?"
>"Lovely weather, huh?"
>You could say that, yeah
"You could say that, yeah."
>"I thought, hey, why not t-"
>At that moment, Dusk sits down next to you, clearly abusing his youth flexibility to look outside as he does so
>Also he interrupts Gleaming
>"Wanna go outside? There's lots of flowers coming up in the park, and I wanna keep track of them!"
>Actually, you were planning on staying inside today
>You have people to warn about your new birthday party location
"Oh, uh..."
>On second though, you have the feeling Gleaming was about to ask the same
>And who are you to veto that?
"Sure! Why not?"
>Gleaming clears her throat, pulling attention to herself
>"I know a great park right around the corner, we could go there..?"
>"You mean the only park, sis?"
>"Yeah, that one. Anyway, it's really, uh, nice."
>Unable to think of anything to say about it, you just give a thumbs up and a smile
>Gleaming seems pleased with the result, so that's nice
>You just let her finish the rest of her breakfast in peace
>You can hardly start a conversation with her without looking down anyway
>After that, Dusk takes a surprising amount of time to get ready for something he proposed
>Nearly half an hour later, you're walking side by side with Gleaming
>During your walk, you quickly find out that Dusk's preparation wasn't for nothing
>At nearly every single flower, he stops, inspects it, and writes his findings down, resulting in you and Gleaming just waiting around most of the time
>Still
>Waiting around side by side
>Technically speaking you could just grab hold of her hand and...
>Wait what
>Why would you do that
>You aren't even dating
>So you grabbing her hand out of nowhere would very probably result in her hand meeting your face
>Oh, Crescendo
>You saw her cooch, you know her cup size, and suddenly you're all interested
>You do your best to hide it, but as it turns out you're really just another horny teenager.
>"So, um... Feeling hungry?"
>Gleaming's question catches you a little off guard, but not so much that you haven't heard it
>But why would she ask now?
>Oh! Is that a hotdog stand?
>She's probably trying to treat you to one
>On her expense
>Besides, you're not really hungry
"Oh, don't you worry about me, I'm fine."
>Gleaming seems... bummed out with your answer more than anything
>Might just be your eyes playing tricks on you
>You can't really look for too long anyways
>That'd be hella awkward
>Besides, she turns away before you can even get a good look
>Not that you were looking
>"Hey, Dusk! Want a snack?"
>Dusk looks up from his flowers
>His gaze flicks from his sister to the hotdog stand, and back to Gleaming
>"Joe's?"
>"Of course!"
>Five seconds later, he's dragging you and her along to the stand
>That went quickly
>With how fast Gleaming asked the same question to her brother, you'd think she just wanted one herself
>She might just be hungry
>Even so, breakfast happened just now for her
>Or maybe she's the type that eats with others because it's a social activity?
>That she just wants to eeat a hotdog with you and Dusk, instead of just wanting one?
>In your deep thinking, you nearly walk into the stall, but luckily Dusk saves your life
>Gleaming steps forward to order, "Thr- uh, two hotdogs please."
>She then turns to you, while the hotdog man gets to work
>"Sure you don't want any, Crescendo?"
"You know what? I might be feeling just a little peckish. I'll pay."
>"Oh, but I brought money in case we-"
"I can't just make you pay! Besides, I have more than enough on me."
>She tries to protest, but you have a word to stay true to
>You order your hotdog, and pay for all three while you're at it
>Since 'Joe', according to his name plate, had already started, the first snack is done pretty quickly
>Of course it goes to the lady
>Although 'lady' might not be the right word, looking at how she's holding that thing
>Besides, why is she doubting about eating it?
>She's just standing there, looking at her hotdog as if it's the most intriguing puzzle
>In fact, she's still doing that by the time you and Dusk are halfway through yours
>Maybe you should say something?
"Gleaming? Gleaming!"
>"Huh? What?"
"Are you... Are you going to eat that?"
>...
>And she's gone again
>You're about to speak up again, when she shrugs, tilts her head back, and swallows the sausage
>Whole
>She...
>She can do that?
>There's leagues of girls who want to be able to pull that off and she just does it out of nowhere?
>In your awe, you barely even register Joe's lung-crushing 'pat' on your back
>"You're a lucky guy, you know that?"
>Lucky guy?
>You don't give Joe any response, in favour of trying to comprehend what you just saw
>If you didn't know any better, she was trying to seduce you
"Wow..."
>'Wow'?
>Seriously?
>She probably wasn't even coming on to you
>Just eating a hotdog
>In the sexiest way possible, but still
>Makes you wonder...
>What could she do with you?
>What would she do with you?
>You know, it would be so easy for you to just step in and...
>what
>fuck
>no
>Fuck, her parents are paying you!
>They're paying you to watch their son, not to bone their daughter!
>And even though no-one would blame you if you did...
>Wait yes they would
>Her parents would
>And Dusk probably wouldn't like to too much either
>You're here for him, after all
>"Gleaming? Crescendo? Hello?"
>Both you and Gleaming flinch at a purple hand waving between you
>Oh, yes, Dusk
>He's here, too
>You almost forgot with all this PEGI 16 going on
>Seems like he wasn't even paying attention when it happened
>In fact, he's getting bored
>"If you're just gonna stare at Gleaming, can we get going?"
"Huh? No, I, uh, wasn't staring, Dusk. I just, um... She..."
>Quick! Think!
"She has something on her mouth. See?"
>Perfect
>To emphasize, you tap the corner of your own mouth a few times
>Gleaming quickly catches on, wiping some imaginary crumbs off her mouth
>He's right, y-you know..."
>Like a machine, Dusk's head turn to his sister, giving her the chance to speak up again
>"We, uh, we better get going. Dusk, you looked at all your flowers, right?"
>"Well, actu-"
>"Great! Let's go home then!"
>And with that, she's off, leaving you and Dusk behind
>Maybe she didn't really intend on deep-throating a hotdog
>Which really only makes it that much more awesome, if you're being honest
>"But... The plant log, and-"
"She wants to go home, let's go."
>You spend the walk a little ways behind Gleaming, silently listening to Dusk's stories
>Trying not to look at those hips