2380/In the Den

In the Den
Date of Scene:	21 January 2017
Location:	Sakura Territory
Synopsis:	The Sakura Sisters engage in some sisterly roughhousing, and also some sisterly affection, and also talk about sewing and laundry a lot.
Cast of Characters:	Kyouko Sakura, Momo Sakura

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Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    A lazy saturday at the Sakura apartment. By some miracle, both Kyouko and Momo have the day off, which has resulted in the two being home together for hours.. something which really doesn't happen very often.

    Perhaps this is why Momo has decided that Kyouko should 'help' her in her most recent pursuit, which is sewing clothes so that they don't have to spend as much money buying them.

    Kyouko stands, in her underwear, in the middle of the living room, with her arms spread as Momo hovers around her with a measuring tape. Her expression is a study in sisterly patience. "Are you sure this is really necessary?" She asks, trying to hold still (never particularly easy with Kyouko) as her sister essentially crawls all over her taking measurements.

Momo Sakura has posed:
It's not just sewing new clothes, either. Momo's delved into the depths of the interwebz and has learned such words as 'upcycling.'

She scoffs at her sister's question with a roll of her eyes. "Of course its necessary." The measuring tape is looped around her neck between measurements because that's how it's done in the movies. She scribbles down numbers next to just about every measurement imagineable, both in inches and centimeters. "I don't wanna make you something awesome only to have the sleeves come down to your ankles!"

Of course, it still may happen. On occasion she has to erase what she's written and reverse the numbers.

She lightly snaps a strap of Kyouko's bra. "And besides. How happy will you be when that coat of yours gets destroyed and I'm able to make you a vest?"

She pauses and stares at her notes. "Am I supposed to measure your chest when you're inhaled or exhaled?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "Well, you could always fix the sleeves afterwards, couldn't you?" Kyouko asks, with what sounds suspiciously like hope in her voice.

    Then she yelps as Momo snaps her bra-strap, and there's a moment of sisterly tussling which may end with Momo thrown onto the couch before Kyouko crosses her arms and scowls at her younger sibling. "Nobody is destroying The Coat, and besides, can't you just make me a vest without my coat needing to be destroyed?" She quirks a brow, indicating that she will not forgive any incidents of coat-sabotage in order to justify vest-making.

    Then she blinks at the final question that had been asked pre-tussel. "Umm.. I dunno? Probably exhaled. Otherwise every time I breathed out I'd pop a stitch or somethin'."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo picks herself up from the couch with a grumble of her own. Her eyes are wide and innocent, and whether she's feeling innocent is another matter entirely. "Kyou-nee, of course I wouldn't purposefully ruin your coat!"

(She actually wouldn't, of course. If it were an item of clothing the eldest Sakura were less attached to, that piece may be in danger. But Momo's a tad afraid of how cutting up a perfectly good coat would be taken.)

There is a moment where she's consulting her phone. She scratches her head. "Okay, um...just stand...normally or something."

She shrugs a bit and starts the measurement. There's also some retaliatory rib tickling along the way!

"And of course I'll fix sleeves that are too long! That's what fittings are for!"

She looks up at Kyouko with sparkling, eager eyes. Obviously she's plotting future fittings already.

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "You better not." Kyouko grumbles, but as she's instructed to stand 'normally' she does her best to comply, standing straight with her arms at her sides and watching Momo. Until her ribs get tickled, at which point there may be more tossing onto-the-couch, or possibly even as severe roughousing as smacking in the head with a pillow.

    Eventually, at some point, she gets back to 'standing normally' and presumably Momo can take the measurement she needs. "Well, if you do it right the first time, then we won't have to do this again, right?" There's that tone of hope again. So optimistic. It's not that Kyouko is against Momo making clothes. She's just not very good at standing still for extended periods.

    Le sigh, but those sparkling imouto eyes are so hard to resist.

Momo Sakura has posed:
The couch tossing and potential head bonks are met with the shrieks of the not overly distressed adolescent. Quieter in nature, not ones that would have worried adults come rushing in. (Not that there are currently any adults around, save for neighbors she hasn't even met. Although Naru spends an increasing amount of time here, and comparatively she's likely the adultiest of the three.)

There may be retaliatorial pillow bonks, maybe even a tongue 'blaaaah!'d across a forearm to ensure the transferal of spit and cooties. But soon its measurements as usual.

"Oh, this should be the most measurey I get for awhile! Until your next growth spurt, at least! Or when you gain some weight." The finger poking at a clothed boob indicates where she'll think the most change in measuring will eventually come from.

"Except in fittings! I don't wanna poke you with pins!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Luckily, the walls of this apartment are fairly thick (since it's all high-class, and stuff) so Momo's relatively subdued playful shrieks are unlikely to have the neighbors calling the cops (the poor neighbors may also be used to shrieks of various sorts emenating from the apartment since two teenage girls moved in).

    Kyouko might have a shriek of her own as Momo licks her forearm, making a face. "Ugh, Momo!" She pushes the younger girl away and gives her an extra bonk for that one. "Seriously, you have been spending too much time with Dog."

    Then, measuring again. Sigh. "I dunno, kid, I'm almost 16, I'm probably not gonna get that much bigger.." Kyouko begins, and then bats at the finger which pokes at her chest. "Stop that. If they were gonna balloon they probably already would have." That's what a thrifty diet and tons of exercise will get you, it seems, a slender figure.

    "Pins don't scare me." She notes, with a slight sniff. "Been poked with worse."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Dog doesn't look up from his doggy bed but his tail does thump at the sound of his name. Momo tilts her nose in the air. "I need to find intelligent conversation from--I'm kidding, Kyou-nee's very smart."

Oh, the death of witty zingers in the face of an adoring sister.

She waves her arms a bit. "But girls can have like five puberties or something! If your bra gets bigger you gotta tell me! Boobs gotta breath!"

Finally she's done and rolls up the measuring tape. It's not a haphazard ball and looks more or less as neat and tidy as when she first got it. "Yeah but if I poke you with a pin, I'll feel bad and maybe even cry if it hurts lots."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    There may be more tusseling going on than actual anything productive, as Momo seems determined to work in as many provoking comments as possible, but at least it's all good-natured. I mean, technically Kyouko could throw Momo off the balcony and be relatively sure she'd survive, but so far she hasn't gotten that annoyed, at least.

    There's some eyeing of Momo at that whole 'five puberties' thing, to which her response is a faint sigh and a mumbled, "God, I hope not." Before rolling her eyes. "If my bra gets bigger you'll know about it because you're the one who sneaks into my room to do my laundry." She points out, with a faint sniff.

    With Momo finally done, Kyouko sighs and flops down on the couch herself. "Oh, please. Save the crying for when I actually get stabbed or something. Pins I'm not concerned about."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo is a younger sister. If asked, she will say she had to sign a contract before being born. 'I solemnly swear to annoy the crap out of my older sister.' And, well, contracts are binding!

Momo jerks and stands up straighter as she does a horrible job of feigning innocence. "What? Me? Pff! Laundry fairies! They even fold them and put them away! I don't do that!"

She coughs and clears her throat before wrapping herself in the blanket draped on the back of the couch. "Besides. If I did do that. Not saying I do. Technically laundry doesn't count as cleaning your room, right?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko stretches out on the couch, one arm laying over her eyes in mock-exhaustion. "Oh lord, save me from younger sisters." She says, mock-piously, before snorting and lifting the arm enough to peer out at Momo. "Uh huh. Well, look, Naru is keeping some of her clothes in my wardrobe now, so just make sure you don't mix 'em up, okay?"

    Technically, Momo could claim she had to sign an 'annoying contract' either of the two times she came into the world!

    Watching Momo wrap herself in the blanket, Kyouko lifts her arms in a 'come here' sort of motion, indicating that sisterly-tussels are forgiven. "Are you okay with how much time she's been spending here, anyway?" She asks. "I don't want you to feel.. I dunno.. intruded upon."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Kyouko gets a raspberry for that! And then a Look. "Naru's clothes are cuter than yours. They're on the left side, seperated by the empty hangers. If I did your laundry."

It's very possible she did! Though that second contract came with more provisos.

Momo happily snuggles against her sister, wiggling about a bit for maximum comfort. "Hmm?"

She blinks and looks up at Kyouko through the sudden comfy-induced haze. "I like Naru-chan. And if I'm in a Mood, she doesn't make me talk and stuff, and if I do feel all intruded, I can just go into my room."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko looks mildly offended. "Her clothes are not-" A brief pause. "Well, okay, they're a little cuter than mine." She allows, after a moment of reflection. "But only 'cuz I don't normally go for 'cute' when I go shopping, y'know. Practical." Uh huh, just keep making excuses, Kyouko.

    She soon has a Momo atop her, and a bonus blanket to boot since Momo had that wrapped around her, which may or may not have been an ulterior motive. Kyouko lightly wraps arms around her sister as the smaller girl snuggles in atop her on the cocuh.

    "I'm glad you like her." She says softely, her own eyes half-lidded in comfort. "She means a lot to me, y'know. But so do you, in a different way so.. I'd hate it if you guys didn't get along."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo snorts. "Cute can be practical! My panties are cute and practical!"

She's okay with there being an ulterior motive. Because the exterior motive is still cuddles.

Momo purses her lips and thinks. "She draws me pictures to color. And doesn't mind that I'm weird."

Which is an understatement, really.

"And she makes you happy. So bonus points all around."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko snorts. "That's because they have little bunnies on them." She opines. "I'm a bit old for cartoon animal undies, thank you very much."

    Kyouko seems comfortable with a Momo nesting on top of her- she doesn't let many people get so close, but her sister is always welcome.

    "I'm glad." She responds, in regards to Momo's feelings about Naru. She has to chuckle softly, though. "I think Naru has rather grown used to weird in the past year or so. Compared to a lot of it, you are practically mundane."

    Just the faintest blush. "She does make me happy though, yeah."

Momo Sakura has posed:
"Well, well, even when I'm a bajillion, I'll still wear bunny panties. Or unicorns! So there!"

She sighs. "I guess being kind of a double zombie is a bit normal, comparatively."

And then she 'eee!'s and wiggles a bit. "Kyouko and Naru sitting in a tree!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "Kid," There's a hint of a faintly wry tone in Kyouko's voice, which is affectionate nonetheless, "If either of us makes it to a 'bajillion', you can wear whatever the heck you want." Not that she's going to dictate Momo's wardrobe even these days.

    A tight squeeze for Momo. "You're just the right amount of zombie." She says, in what might be the weirdest familial pride reassurance ever. "And I prefer to think of you as 'uniquely interesting'. So no sighing."

    Then there's a bit of a slightly stronger blush. "Look, there ain't no trees involved, alright? We do our smooching on the ground, Naru hates heights."

Momo Sakura has posed:
"I'll remember you said that, neener!" Of course, Momo tries not to think too hard about this. So she'll pretend to believe in the immortality of youth.

There's a bit of a warm swell in her chest, and her snuggling against Kyouko becomes even more of a snuggle. For all the oldest Sakura must worry about not being a good parental role for the youngest, in moments like these, she does amazingly well. Reassuring worries that sometimes even Momo doesn't realize she has is a very handy skill for a parental unit.

"Who said it was a tall tree? You're kissing on a bonzai tree."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Technically they're on the 37th floor, so 'on the ground' might be somewhat of an exaggeration in any case. Kyouko finds herself the target of increased snuggling, and has to laugh, shifting on the couch and pausing to rearrange the blanket as Momo disturbs it in her suddenly more energetic affection.

    "I feel bad for the bonzai tree, in that case." She says, with a mild twist of her mouth. "Neither of us is exactly a heavyweight, but have you seen those things? It'd be reduced to toothpicks." She giggles softly. Idly she starts playing with Momo's pinkish-silver hair, combing her fingers through it.

    "So what kinda clothes are you gonna make for me, anyway?"

Momo Sakura has posed:
"Maybe it's a magical bonzai tree. It won't splinter as long as people are smooching on top of it!" It makes perfect sense to her, more so with the knoweledge that magic is real. Yet at the same time, it still seems impossible. Just a nice thought to continue to teasing.

She hums in thought. "Well. We can look through patterns and stuff. And if you see clothes you like online, I can see if I can make something like it."

She looks up, not pulling too far away to break the snuggle. "And Obaa-san has lots of clothes that come to her in places and she can't sell them. She says I could have picksies before she throws them out."

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "I've seen a lotta different kinds of magic in my time," Kyouko says, with an amused tilt to her voice, "But a magic smooching bonzai tree is one I have yet to encounter. Make sure you let mek now if you find one."

    "I don't do a whole lotta clothes shopping, online or otherwise.." Kyouko notes, then makes a soft 'mmf' sound, "Although Naru has been threatening to take me shopping several times over in the past couple weeks." She pauses, then adds, "She's actually given me a few things already. Including a.." She pauses, perhaps considering the wiseness of spilling the beans, then adds, "A dress. For when we go on a date."

    She grins. "I do approve of looking for useful things before they get thrown out though. That's just common sense, if they're throwin' em away anyway."

Momo Sakura has posed:
"I will!" She tries to sound serious about it, but the giggle may give her away.

She gasps and ooos over the dress! "I thought that was Naru's! ...You may needa move it. And oo, oo, I can look out for dresses. Even if the style is gross, I bet if I'm careful, I can make you a real pretty dress! Or not even a dress! Because they have lots of material if they're long enough!"

Momo beams at her sister! She did good! "A lot of them can be made into rags! And ones with pretty fabric would make good upcycled thingies! Have I shown you the elf coats people make? I bet Naru-chan would look pretty in a white one!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Okay, there may totally be Kyouko blushes now, although not the full-scarlet sort that indicates true embarassment as much as the 'oh god, I am just setting myself up for further teasing' sort. "I don't.. I mean, I ain't gonna start wearing dresses on the regular, kid, it's just for a special occasion and I didn't have anything.. formal enough so.."

    "And technically it is Naru's, but apparently it's too big for her? So hopefully it should fit on me, or somethin'. I guess you could always use your magic sewing skills to like.. adjust it, if it needs to be adjusted."

    "Maybe. Frankly something called an elf-coat sounds exactly like something you would wear." Kyouko snorts absently, taking double-fistfulls of Momo-hair and tugging playfully.

Momo Sakura has posed:
"No, no, not all the time dresses! Just...one day maybe you'd wanna surprise Naru with a dress she's never seen!" Ideas and plots churn about in her mind.

It's Momo's turn to blush even as she looks at Kyouko with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Are they really magical, you think?" Not that she's made much. But its surprising the boost a child (well, mentally sometimes, though she's quickly catching up to her body in some ways) can get from the praise of someone they look up to. And, well, Momo certainly wouldn't have made her wish for anyone other than Kyouko. Not even their mother, whom she did love and adore.

Then she's giggling and squirming under the fistfuls. "I want an elf coat! I'mma make me one! And you one, even if you never wear it! And Naru! Just you wait!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko actually pauses. Most of Momo's ideas generally get filed under 'suuuure, maybe someday' in a sort of 'that's cute, but weird' way, but this one actually has some ramifications she quite enjoys attatched to it. "Hm.. I might actually want to surprise Naru with a dress she's never seen." Kyouko says, with a little grin. And it would surprise Naru, who so far has added 'personal fashion consultant' to the list of girlfriend duties.

    She laughs at the consideration of magical sewing abilities. "Well, I dunno, but I certainly wouldn't rule it out." She says, smoothing Momo's hair back down after she's messed it up so much, managing to make it lie more or less flat again.

    "Fine, you make everybody elf-coats, and then we'll be a happy elf family living in our tree." She snorts, amused.

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo wiggles a bit. "And it'll be something I know I can make! Or like...I'll have an idea for something simple and some sewing thing I haven't quite tried out yet!" Oh, the excitement! She'd even buy a butt ugly dress with gorgeous fabric at her boss's full asking price if this were gonna be a thing!

She purrs a bit at the soothing of her hair. "Well, I'll make sure I'll be good at it even if its not magical."

She gasps! "This is kinda like a treehouse!"

And suddenly, she's wiggly again but in the nervous and shy kind of way. "If...I made her one...do you think she'd like it?"

Because, well, Naru may be Kyouko's lady-friend, but Momo hopes they're friends, so much as a technically eightish year old and a fifteen year old can be.

And then..."What would you do if I came home with like...unicorn hair?"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko laughs as Momo wriggles about on top of her on the couch. "Alright kid, calm down.." She says, but she's smiling. It makes her happy to see Momo so excited, even if it's over something which may or may not ever come to fruition.

    She blinks a bit at the question about making Naru a dress. "Well.. if you did a good job, I'm sure she'd like it, but y'know, I can't exactly speak on her behalf. You'd have to make sure it's like.. the sorta dress she likes, and stuff." She says, vainly trying to think of how she might encapsulate that sort of information.

    Then a blink. "Uh.. what is unicorn hair, exactly?"

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo does and Kyouko's ribs are no longer in danger of being skewered by bony elbows. "Really, Kyou-nee. I'mma make you something pretty. And if I have my way, it'll even make you feel pretty."

And then her eyes grow large and wide. "Ohhhh, I meant an elf-coat but--!! I bet I can make something she'd like! You think she'd let me take measurements? Even if its under the guise of making an elf coat but is really also for a dress?"

And then suddenly Kyouko's ribs are possibly bruised by a suddenly eager Momo as she pulls out her phone. She just googles 'unicorn hair' and goes to the image search. "See? Some of its just slightly darker than what mine is now, but others are like waaaaaay darker! I bet I couldn't get Kunzi-nii to do it, though...oooo maybe Zoi-nii!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    Kyouko smiles just a little. "I'm sure you could make me something real pretty." She assures her sister, her hand returning to the girl's hair in a series of affectionate pets-

    Which are interrupted by an 'oof' and a grump swat as Momo elbows her repeatedly in the attempts to get to her phone. She eyes the picture once it is finally presented. "Mm.. kid, you do whatever you like with your hair. Though yes, I think Zo-nii would be far better to ask for help with something like that than nii-chan." She grins, vaugely amused by the thought.

    On the topic of Naru, she just chuckles. "Yes, I bet she would let you take measurements. If you promised not to snap her bra or tickle her in the process, anyway."

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo wiggles and is nearly legit purring at the pets. Pets are nice! "If I were a fashion designer, I'd totally make a Kyou-nee line!"

And she tries hard to bite back a giggle for a serious face. "But imagine Kunzi-nii doing it. With that serious face of his. Tell me you aren't giggling."

Innocent Faces! "But Kyou-nee! Those are legit measurement taking tecniques!"

Kyouko Sakura has posed:
    "Sure kid." Kyouko says, but its undeniably fond, as she squeezes Momo again.

    Then she does giggle at the thought of Kunzite dying Momo's hair wild colors.

    Then she is tossing Momo unceremoniously off of her and onto the floor, tangled in blanket, so she can get up. "Alright, kid, I gotta think about what to feed us for dinner or we ain't havin' nothin'." She says, stretching her arms over her head, and then padding over towards the kitchen.

Momo Sakura has posed:
Momo's only response to being unceremoniously tossed onto the floor in favore of food?

"ACK!"

(Everything else is food related!)