Finches: Eclosion

The Beginning of the Eventual

"James?"

Blinking, James opened one eye, attempting to find the voice who had spoken his name. However he didn't need to search far as looming over him on the bed was Mia, an insistent look strapped on her face. Groaning, James sat up slightly, his eyes finding the clock to his right, reading off a time of 5:14 am. Letting out another tired noise, James yawned loudly, snuggling back down into his charcoal grey comforter, pulling it over his head. "Go back to bed Mia, we'll talk later," James whined, his muffled baritone making him sound like a cranky teenager rather than the Commander he was. "I'm tired," he added, peaking out at her, his right eye still shut firmly. "It's my day off and I want to sleep in."

"James!" Mia demanded, shaking her brother roughly. "James wake up! I need to go shopping," she huffed angrily, folding her arms over and pouting grumpily.

Exhaling, James laid his arm over his eyes, blocking out the light from the hallway flooding into his room. "We just went shopping yesterday. Leave what you want on a note and I'll pick it up after work tomorrow," James mumbled, listening for Mia to walk away. When she didn't, James sighed, keeping his face covered.

"I'm not talking about food James!" Mia pouted, grabbing ahold of James's arm, pulling it away from his face with all her might. "I need... I need... I need a bra," she whispered, jerking back as James sat up quickly from his pillow, his mussed hair sticking up at odd angles.

"A what?" he demanded, still feeling groggy and tired. "Can't you just, suck them back into your body?" he groaned, rubbing his face dejectedly, not wanting to think about having to buy her a bra, something he associated with all women but his sister.

"That's not how they work."

"I know," he grumbled, lifting his head to stare at her. "Fine, I'll pick one up for you when I get off tomorrow, alright? Can you just, like, wait till then?" he asked, watching her face contort greatly with that idea.

"No, and you don't know my size! The lady there says they can measure me," Mia whispered heatedly, speaking as if this was the most top secret information anyone had ever said allowed. "You'll get it wrong," she implored, sounding embarrassed and upset.

"Fine, fine. Stand back. Mia back up," James requested, pulling his hair lazily up into a bun, looking at Mia who had stepped back a few paces, dressed in her summer pajamas. Doing a fast once-over, he blinked tiredly at her. "28 A," he mumbled, stifling a yawn as he looked rather seriously at her, showcasing a talent of his he never thought he'd use on his sister. "I'm never wrong, trust me. I'm going back to bed, I'll pick you up a few okay?" James added, arching his eyebrows slightly. "I'll make them pretty or whatever," he promised, shifting back down into the covers. "Not that it will matter, no ones seeing them until you're thirty."

"I need real clothes too! James look!" Mia huffed exasperatedly, pointing at the bottoms of her pants, the light fabric hovering inches above her ankle. "And all my shirts are the same too..." she whined, staring at him with a look James couldn't dismiss.

"And I'm guessing I can't just find you something to wear from my old clothes, huh?" he asked, finally sitting completely up, trying not to smile or laugh at the look she was now giving him. "Alright, alright. We'll get you some new clothes, okay?" he assured her, stretching as he realized that he was about to go clothes shopping before six am. "Do I have time to get dressed and take a shower?" James snickered, cocking his head to the right, staring at her curiously.

"I guess," Mia frowned, obviously anxious to get out and fix her problem. "Yeah," she muttered, acknowledging the look of 'excuse me', James had given her. "Can we hurry though?" she whispered, blinking up at him pleadingly.