[BRIDGET]

[wickedstyle]

The thing about having parents that are workaholics is that they aren't around much. And when your parents aren't around much? You get saddled with watching your baby brother. Except Seifer's a teenager and watching your baby brother is just about the lamest thing he could be doing. It's not like Bridget isn't of age to be at home by himself. But 'rents are gonna worry, that's what they do. 'He needs a good influence Seifer' and all that.

Except Bridget isn't exactly a normal younger brother either. To start with he looks like...damn it...he looks like a girl! And when you get down to it he's not much different from a girly girl, nice and says pleases and thank yous and everything. He's way too much of a pushover! As top dog in Twilight Town in his imagination it makes Seifer's blood boil. A younger brother like this is an embarrassment!

Doesn't change the fact that they're related though and what's Seifer's is always going to be Seifer's. ...Of course right now he'd rather be fooling around with some hot girl or street fighting than sitting at home watching Bridget. And...doing his homework. He's got the armor shop's latest magazine hidden under his math workbook open to the lingerie section of course. Just a little motivation, nothing wrong with that... Now's seeming like the perfect time for a break though.

"Hey. Get me a snack." It's an order he barks at Bridget with the complete expectation that it'll be obeyed.

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[kickstart_my_heart]

Bridget had been on the floor in front of Seifer, laying on his stomach and thumbing through a magazine of his own, one of the many he had filled with the sort of cute dresses and accessories he liked. He'd been thinking about getting a part time job at the cafe, both to prove to their parents he didn't need Seifer of all people looking out for him and to earn a little extra munny to enhance his wardrobe. And of course listening to some tunes on his headphones, which was just so ruuudely interrupted by Seifer.

Bridget let out a sigh, turning to look over his shoulder at his brother, and then at the kitchen which his brother was obviously closer to than he was, and then back at Seifer. Well, if he gave him lip, Seifer's mood would just get worse, and it'd be a looong evening in that case, so...

"What do you want?" Bridget set his headphones aside and closed his magazine, rolling up off the floor and straightening out his altogether way too short skirt and heading over to the kitchen.