#mpxbrenna

gemini wasn’t normally ever the type to get himself involves in such situations that might result in an injury; well, scratch that ― at least not with him personally. the last time he had dealt with a serious injury was as far as 3 years prior, when he’d been physically attacked by a patient that resulted in a weeks notice of break. still, even then the concept of breaking a bone to gemini was a foreign one ― that is, until he had been on his daily walk and been pushed off a small concrete ledge by a quite rude jogger. he would’ve yelled at them if he hadn’t been laying on the sidewalk below, nursing the flaming pain of a clearly snapped radius. gemini never was one to be squeamish when it came to these sorts of things, especially since he’d seen the worst of the worst; and being who he was, he had made the genius decision to deal with it back at home instead of bounding off to the hospital (and awaiting embarrassment from his coworkers no less).

but thank god for nieces, right?

the whole concept of the divine family tree and the fact that brenna, quite near to his age at that, had him of all people as an uncle (and libra as well, though he didn’t know if either of them could be a better choice) was something gemini needed to get adjusted to very quickly ― in the back of his mind, however, he was silently grateful for such a bloodline when she approached, nearly about to hide away in his apartment when her voice rings in his ears and he finds himself whisked the opposite away. 

“ ah-ah brenna it’s- “ gemini winces as he’s pulled towards the car, slipping inside even with his protests. “ i’ll be okay i can just... “ what could he do? the realization that he doesn’t have any plaster at home dawns on the son of dagda and he purses his lips ― now would be the time to be silently grateful, especially when he had little say in the manner. “ thanks.. “

“ i swear to the gods i’m going to kill freyr... “ clover mutters under his breath as he pushes open the doors to sakura, dark locks stuck to his forehead and droplets trailing down his skin from the absolute drenching he’d just had to deal with. for once it felt like his luck hadn’t been quite helpful at all ― not normally something the son of benten had to deal with, but a reality he came to accept every now and then. still, clover wasn’t normally the type to let things get him down on the regular, and this wasn’t an exception ― he’s in the midst of picking at his sopping wet jacket when the sight of brenna walking towards him causes him to smile brightly, eyes pulling into crescent moons in a manner that clearly signified his mood raising. “ ah, hey brenna! “ regardless of his status as being ‘the big man’, clover still took the opportunity to treat others right. “ oh, thank you- “ he blinks slightly as she helps peel one of his layers off, hands taking the cup and eagerly taking a long sip as he listens to her. “ yeah true i think i’ll go over and see what i can take... “ brenna’s words make him choke slightly on the hot liquid though he manages to play it off as it going down the wrong pipe, coughing a bit before sending her a bashful smile. “ yeah of course, you uh...you got it- “

accepting!!

This seemed to be a re-occuring state of being for the demi-god, now turned uncle. Though, a host or maid cafe was hardly the setting he thought this would end up in. But, after a long hard day of work, and his own battering thoughts once more degrading himself down - he thought a visit to see his niece might perk up his day. Of course, Brenna always did. She was slowly becoming like Gem to Libra; someone he could breathe around without having to say too much of anything.

But of course, people just had to step out of line. Or, maybe it was because he couldn’t stand to see men be such pigs to someone he cared about. Yeah, that was more it. So when he stepped in to brush the customer off her and he swung; well - things got a little interesting. Sighing heavily, Libra situated on the curb outside, turning his eyes towards the adjoining niece that anchored at his side, granting a bag of ice for his nose. “Are you going to fuss at me now, or when I walk you home later?”