*ʰᵃᶜᵏᵉʳ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉ* 𝚒'𝚖 𝚒𝚗!

“Well then, I would say we’re shit out of luck. You think I have any friends?” he laughed. “Pretty sure even our classmates, Momoko aside are like ‘ew, weirdo who kills people.’ so don’t expect me to be able to fill out the rest of the team.” he stretched his arms and lounged back.  “So, any other fun, go outside and do shit plans? We could play toss the knife and see who gets injured first That’s my idea of a thrilling game.”  

“at least you make a living out of it. you could be like mom. killing them for funsies.” she jokes. “just picture how even more loaded we could be if she got paid for every people that died because of her.”

A flush painted her cheeks, so pink it almost looked unnatural. The agent was smirking, and definitely being a bit of a dill pickle at the moment! Fidgeting and running through ideas; she finally came to one and whispered as quietly as she could.

“… I’ll give you a kiss if you give it back.”

with the mixture of seeing her crush blush in such an adorable manner and the words she spoke, hitomi couldn’t help her own uncharacteristic blush that covers her cheeks. she pauses in place, holding the tablet above her head still, unsure what to say. yea, she could die to get kisses from momoko. but, she didn’t want to die by her brother’s hand. even though that would give them all despair. that could be saved for another day..

“My baby picture? Aha, mom really likes that one!”

Momoko isn’t really one to be ashamed of such things, but - hearing her saying she’d show it to Hiro… She soon was chasing the NPA agent into the classroom; screeching after her.

“Give it back give it back give it back – !!”

Her arms waved frantically; a pink blush spreading across her features as she jumped and tried to grab the picture from Hitomi.

“Give it back – !!”

"where did i put it?” she mumbled out loud, looking for her tablet. she has her laptop and cell phone. but, her third portable device seems to be missing. that one is a little more important as it has most of her information on it. last thing she needs is it getting into the wrong hands.

all her questions were answered when she walked into the living room, seeing the youngest using the device. “h-himeko!” she dashed over, effortlessly jumping over the arm on the couch, landing in a standing position on the cushion next to the child and grabbing the tablet. “why do you have onee-chan’s tablet!”

“You’ll hack my game even if I do put it down and play with you.” he popped the save screen up and pressed save. He watched the small circle indicate the fact the game data was logged and he turned the game system off, tossing it aside. The despair of losing the hard hours he put into the game…hell he almost hoped she DID do it. He looked at his sister, “Got more people to play with? It’s hardly a soccer game to just kick the ball between us.” 

“awesome!” she jumped up to her feet. the thought occurred to her any times. wanting to see the despair he will feel once she deleted ( well, removed. she will keep a backup that he would probably not know about ) his data files. but, it would be even more despairful if he was to about to finish and, bam! everything is gone. 

she knew nadya and momoko had practice today. mykhail hasn’t been answering. probably off making toys or whatever he does in his free time. asking their parents would be lame and the twins had zero luck against them. himeko is still young to play such a sport with.

watching her brother play his video games is a bit boring but there is only so much hacking and research she can do before her brain starts to hurt. still, it also involves staying still. this girl is itching for some exercise.

“onii-chan, onii-chan, onii-chan, onii-chan!” she repeats it over and over again, clinging to his side, trying to get his attention on her and not the screen. “play with me.” she huffs, leaning over so she is in front of his face. “i’ll hack into your game and delete everything.” something that she would most likely do anyway no matter what he does. “let’s play soccer.”

stuffing the tablet in the girl’s face, she is greeted with a baby photo of herself. “isn’t it, like, adorable? wait til i show onii-chan this picture! he will probably die!” she burst out into laughter, hopping off the other’s back, running off in the direction of their classroom. “or maybe i should post this on the school’s website!”