Each Touch

Belated

A white door opened as a pair of red converse walked into the white tiled room. A red bag was thrown over to the couch set in the center as the owner of both the red converse and red bag walked up the stairs to a bedroom on the farthest end of the hall. Blond hair swept across their face as they entered the full room. Pictures hung about on strings with clothes pins keeping them up, wires scattered about on the floor as posters were plastered on the wall. A turn table was sitting on a desk along with few other music making instruments. This person sure had a hobby of the art and music department.

As he was walking over to his window which showed the busy streets of the city, there was a notification alert on his computer followed by soft music playing. He walked over to his computer and sat down before clicking the call button.

"Hello Dave, I hope I'm not intruding on anything." said a firm voice.

"Nah it's cool Rose, besides you know I just got home."

"Of course."

Rose. She had short blonde hair adorned with a black hairband, her eyes are a very particular purple color complimenting on her fair, pale skin. The sibling has a rather extensive vocabulary that she so often loves to whip out on people.

"So what may a Lalonde want to bask in the time of a Strider?" asked Dave

"Please Dave, you know it's is you who is enjoying my glorious presence." said Rose, "But I am here to, of course, wish my dear brother a belated birthday."

Ah their sibling connection. Quirky is it not? One would believe they had something going on at first glance. But alas a lie to you all, they are only siblings who have quite a good bond. More like one set of two in their family that have a good bond.

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Aren't you jumpy today, don't you have something to tell me too?."

"Happy late birthday Rose." said Dave as he smiled softly.

"Now to answer your previous question. No, as always I am sending a gift and I presume you are sending me one as well."

"Yes, but please don't tell me it's a scarf or some type of clothing." groaned Dave.

The blonde chuckled, she has sent numerous amounts of clothing she had made herself for her brother. Though she knows he never wears it, as it contrasts with his red lifestyle, she can see every gift she has sent him for the past 6 years that's fabric related somewhere in his room. It's sweet that he doesn't throw it out.

"That's for you to find out David, but I will tell you my little gift will surely help you catch that Johnathan of yours."

Dave groaned silently; he knew he shouldn't have told Rose about John. Ever since that day, she's been poking at him about it, the teasings and suggestive comments. It'll never end until they get together.

"I never talk about Kanaya unless you bring her up, why you gotta bring up John every time we talk?"

"Because unlike me, you take too much into consideration than you like to think."

"That's because John is like a marshmallow, one stick in the fire pit and he's gone."

"Pull out quickly and he's all yours."

A small chuckle escaped from Rose's lips as Dave sighed and shook his head. Rose is always so confrontational, a trait she picked up from her father. And maybe too much influence from their mother.

"I can't believe you just said that."

"I can't believe half of the broken jumble of words you say."

"Hey, rap is a good way to-"

"Yes, yes I know. I've heard it 16 plus times already, no need to babble off topic."

Dave has a tendency to start talking about one thing and babble on and on about topics unrelated to what he started with. It's a habit. The said blond pouted as he adjusted his shades.

"And would you please take those off, I already know. You don't see me wearing them." Rose said.

"Nah sis, I can't even take them off for you." Dave said as a reply, "Looks like it's a Strider thing."

"If not even for me, how about John?"

A breath came out cold as if a blizzard broke into his room. John didn't know one of his two biggest secrets, and that could fuck things up if they get together. What would John think if he knew he was hiding it? What would his reaction be?? Disgust? Repulsion? Distrust? Absolute hatred? The many possibilities that can end their friendship forever and only one to make it through.

"Dave Strider...Dave...Don't tell me you're lingering in your thoughts again, I tell you it's not good to do that so often." scolded the blonde as she snapped her fingers at her screen.

"What- oh no I wasn't. I was just-"

"Don't lie to me. Even if we have never met each other in person I know you well enough to look like I do."

From a late birthday greeting to Dave's friend zone problem, how fast it changed. The blond clicked his tongue as he laid back into his chair, he knew his sister was right. She was always right most of the time.

"Dave I know it'll be hard, but if I can do it you can too." smiled Rose.

"You don't know that."

"Like sister, like brother Dave." finished Rose as she ended the call and closed her laptop before Dave could answer.

"That went smoother than most conversations." said a voice from afar.

Her particular purple eyes looked up to the other female, "It's Dave, most conversations never go smooth."

The brunette chuckled as she shifted her position on the rolling office chair. Rose smiled as she set her laptop aside to fully face her.

Like sister, like brother.