Clouds and Stars

"Case!"

You start slightly when your older brother shouts your name from upstairs, and you glance up at the doorway with a frown. The sight you're greeted with makes you snicker, though: Cecil's wearing a pair of fuzzy pajama shorts YOU got for Christmas - a dark grey color dotted with little cream snowflakes - and his old Winter Soldier thermal shirt. Two black ceramic bowls of turtle ice cream are balanced in one arm, a bottle of rum-whiskey in the hand of the other. Hey, he knows what a girl likes.

"ANIMES!" you both shout simultaneously, the same delight in your denim-blue eyes as his icy ones. He scampers down the stairs as you sprint to the raggedy brown couch in front of your TV. Scooping up the remote, you jab the power button as your brother flops down next to you, and you both whoop with giddy excitement as "Gurren Lagann" starts playing. Cecil wraps an arm around you and hands you a bowl of ice cream as you slump against his chest. Smells like he used your vanilla shampoo again. But you don't mind, as long as he lets you use his Wolfthorn Old Spice wash. Smells damn good, tell ya what.

Both content, the two of you relax and rejoice as you watch animes well into the wee morn. And you couldn't be happier.