"You poison my darling brother and your soul will never escaped Limbo." She smiled at her, a very friendly smile, before sipping her coco. "Though, I do not find you the type to... poison anyone."

She extended her hand to him with just her pinky extended. It was such an American thing and she found it... endearing. "Promise, Piotr."

"A cutlass? Cute." She was in a humorous mood.

Her smirk grew at their locked pinkies. As he spoke he drew a laugh from her. "You'd keep me in a padded box if you could."

"A pirate?" She hummed, images of Kitty as a sea treading buccaneer filled her mind. "No parrot?"

... She left Limbo for this?

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ? ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ... ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏɢɴᴇ

That wasn't something she could rationalize arguing with. "You're not incorrect."

Christmas reminds him of simpler times; times when their mother and father would spend what little money they had to make sure they knew they were loved. They are gone, so it is his job to do it now. Because she deserves it all and more. С Рождеством маленькая снежинка.

|| My girl. ||

"No better team than you and I."

Her face probably turned green at the very thought. "Yes. Next time, perhaps."

"Call me when you become space pirate."

Siblings. by Gleb Melnikov

Always.

So soft for such big guy.

Of course she has, But. Still. Should be stated.

"I see him as cowboy, not pirate. But, perhaps I'm wrong."

Yet, it is enduring from his sister, no?