[center][hr][hr][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind - Homecoming[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b]Being an お人よし
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Literally Satsuki [@Krayzikk] Literally my little sister [@Plank Sinatra][/center][hr][hr]

[color=red]"I swear,"[/color] the normally congenial giant of a demigod of war grumbled as he clambered out of his passenger-side door, in a maneuver that looked more like escape artistry than exiting a car. [color=red]"He deliberately parked like that to fuck with me."[/color]

Dusting himself off, he then proceeded to streeeeeeetch his already long frame to it's absolute limits, a necessary display after being cooped up inside ol' reliable for...

What, nineteen hours?

Dammit, Dal totally won this one and that [i]pissed him o—
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He heard a pair of doors close behind him.

[color=0076a3]"Salutations, Highwind. If you help me, I won't comment on the parking job."[/color]

He turned, retort of [color=red]"Bug Dal, I worked with what he gave me"[/color] freezing on his lips as his mind caught up with the situation.

That was Bekah's voice. And with Bekah, meant—

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRyNNLPZr0A]"Hai, Jonas."[/url]

There stood the willowy oriental beauty in the parking lot, thin arms that he knew secretly packed almost literal dynamite outstretched.

[color=9e0b0f]"I would like some affection."[/color]

[color=red]"D A N A!"[/color]

In the blink of one eye, an honest ear-to-ear grin split the son of Ares's face, and in the blink of the other, she was encased in muscle and twirled, simultaneously a ragdoll and in the safest possible place at that moment. Even as he sent her down onto her feet once more, the questions were already pouring from his mouth.

[color=red]"It's been so long, how was the flight? Did you do anything exciting back home, like, I'unno, climb Fujisan? Was the drive okay? You guys need any help moving in? You've been growing your hair out, haven't you, it looks gre--"[/color]

[i][color=9e0b0f]"Oniisan."[/color][/i] she replied, forcefully cutting the most intimidating sap ever off with her mild Japanese tone. "Please, one at a time. And... Let us move in and get settled."

[color=0076a3]"To answer your fourth question,"[/color] Bekah interjected with a wry grin, [color=0076a3]"Yes, if you could help us get the bigger things in, like my bookshelf, we would greatly appreciate it."[/color]

[color=red]"Say no more, just point me to whatever needs lifting."[/color]

Helping people feels good. This is a fact of life most people are readily willing to admit. Not so willingly do they admit this about helping siblings.

Jonas Highwind was a rare breed. As was Harada Danaye.

There were few things more fulfilling than being able to say he helped his one true sister. They were two of an infinitely small kind. Family was already hard to come by in the world, and when you were a demigod, it was even rarer.

Something that precious would be protected till his dying breath.

It helped, too, that they got along very well.

[color=9e0b0f]"You... noticed my hair, Oniisan?"[/color]

[color=red]"Yep. That surprising?"[/color] he grunted through a smile, as he singlehandedly eased the tall bookshelf out of Rebekah's van and propped it upon his shoulder.

[color=9e0b0f]"Hai. Oniisan usually does not notice such things."[/color]

[color=red]"Aw, you're killin' me, sis."[/color] he moaned with mock depression, before chuckling. [color=red]"Am I really so ignorant in your eyes?"[/color]

[color=0076a3]"You do brush it off sometimes."[/color] the daughter of Athena chimed in as she hoisted a duffel bag of her own. [color=0076a3]"But for what it's worth, I agree."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"I—"[/color]

For once, this turn of events had left her, usually full of poise, at a loss for words.

[color=9e0b0f]"T-Thank you."[/color]

[color=red][i]D'aaaw.[/i][/color]