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[b]Location: His house, then the school
Interacting with: His younger sister[/b][hr][hr]


Being a football star?

Easy. Connor was the best.

Being a straight A-Student?

Knock it right out the park.

Being a popular kid, and sleeping with most of the cheerleaders?

No issues.

...being a big brother?

Holy crap this was hard.

[color=d32626][b]”Come onnnn, Olivia. Get up, Bubbles. Goddamn, mom and dad really did this all their lives? I mean, it’s just school. I already made us breakfast. I uh, burned some bacon, half cooked some toast, attempted to fry some potatoes, and made a, like… morphed fucked up version of Mickey Mouse as a pancake. I put chocolate chips in it. I call him.. Mookey Moose. Like, if someone made a typo. And, I mean, it [i]kind[/i] of looks like a moose… I thought it was hilarious, okay?”[/b][/color] Connor explained, shaking Olivia’s shoulder lightly as he stood over her, looking down at the girl, [color=d32626][b]”Bubbles, [i]seriously[/i]. We’re getting late. Shower’s running, too.”[/b][/color]


At the word ‘shower,’ Olivia perked up a bit, finally opening her eyes. [color=f73bf4][b]”What about a towel? Comfy slippers to wear?”[/b][/color]

[color=d32626][b]”Fluffiest towel in the building, in the dryer right now to make sure it’s nice and warm, and yes, you have comfy slippers waiting in the bathroom. Clothes have been laid out for you, and I’ll [i]even[/i] do my best to fix your hair up too. Now run along! You’ve only got like…”[/b][/color] Connor paused and looked down at his wrist, tapping it though there wasn’t a watch attached to his arm, [color=d32626][b]”ya got like ten minutes before that food gets cold as friggin’ ice and then you won’t eat it! Go! Fast! Speed of a thousand burning sun llamas!”[/b][/color] He said, and then Olivia forced herself up out of bed and ran off to the bathroom.

Satisfied now, Connor left the room and went to the washroom, retrieving the warm, fluffy towel--Powerpuff Girls themed, of course, and hung it on the door to the bathroom. Then, he sat down at the table, crunching down on a piece of the burned bacon, and looking at the toast. [color=d32626][b]”Maybe I went too hard with the breakfast, yeah? Not the best chef… Oh well, we’ll see what she thinks...”[/b][/color]

It didn’t take him much waiting, as Olivia soon came down from the second story, wearing a blue dress. Connor directed her toward her plate of food nodding his head, with a wide, dumb grin on his face. [color=d32626][b]”Check me out, I’m a regular [i]fashionista[/i], what an amazing outfit I selected for you. I’m literally the best.”[/b][/color]

[color=f73bf4][b]”...you picked a dress so it’d match no matter what, huh?”[/b][/color]

[color=d32626][b]”You’re damn right I did.”[/b][/color]

Olivia took a bite off of the toast and made a face. [color=f73bf4][b]”You’re not [i]wrong[/i], you’re just [i]dumb,[/i]”[/b][/color] she explained, her mouth full as she grabbed a slice of the bacon and bit it too. [color=f73bf4][b]”So who’s going to put my shoes on? I can’t [i]tie[/i] them, y’know. And mom and dad said I’m too old to be wearing velcro strap shoes. So I got’s laces. You’ll have to help me.”[/b][/color] She explained, waggling her toast at her older brother, who looked at her and frowned.

[color=d32626][b]”You fuckin’ with me right? I done taught you how to tie your shoes like 75 times now, Livs! It’s not that hard. Go, get your shoes. I’ll show you [i]again[/i].”[/b][/color]

[color=f73bf4][b]”But what about [i]breakfast[/i]?! It’s the most important meal of the day! I’m still developing in the brain! Do you want to ruin that!?”[/b][/color]

[color=d32626][b]”Only people who can tie their own damn shoes can eat my breakfasts!”[/b][/color] Connor replied and Olivia huffed, but ultimately stood up to go and get the tennis shoes to get another ‘lesson’ from her brother, which would hopefully finally [i]work[/i]. And then came the hard part: Trying to braid her hair.

Moments later, Connor was sitting on the floor in front of Olivia’s untied, white and black shoes, hanging off of her feet as she looked down at him expectantly. [color=d32626][b]”Okay, look, check it out. First step is to do… uh, this thingy. I dunno what it’s called, but it like… gives you more slack. I dunno.”[/b][/color] He explained, grabbing the laces and tugging them tight, [color=d32626][b]”Look, you just twist the laces over each other and pull ‘em down. Now, you just gotta tie a knot, right? Look, you make bunny ears, see? Like that. Then you just take one of the bunny ears and make it chase the other one down for like a mugging or something, but then it takes a wrong turn and BAM. They’re knotted for life. But, they attempt to untie themselves!”[/b][/color] Connor said, pulling the loops into place for a double knot. [color=d32626][b]”But it’s a bust. Boom, now they’re tied tight. Double knotted. Feel tight?”[/b][/color]

Olivia shook her head and Connor nodded. [color=d32626][b]”Good. Now you do it. Trust me. Bunny ears, running away from each other and accidentally getting tangled up. That’s the way to go.”[/b][/color] He said simply, folding his arms over his chest and watching as Olivia leaned forward, starting to tug on the aglets of her laces and follow her brother’s steps. After she finished it, pulling the double knot tight, she looked up at Connor who grinned. [color=d32626][b]”Your technique could use a little work, but the core of everything is there. Good job.”[/b][/color] He said, standing up to his feet and patting the girl on the head. Olivia smiled happily and went back to her breakfast.

[color=d32626][b]”Okay. So, now I’m a hairdresser. Are you ready for this? Gonna be [i]sick[/i]. I spent a lot of time watching YouTube video tutorials last night, so I’m gonna attempt French braided pigtails. Believe it. ...and believe in the SHIELD.”[/b][/color] Connor said, taking a lock of Olivia’s fine blond hair. [color=d32626][b]”If I screw it up and you look garbo and your first day of school, I’m sorry.”[/b][/color]
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As it turned out, YouTube video tutorials were surprisingly accurate and helpful, and Connor ultimately got her hair done just as he’d wanted, two French braided pigtails, and they were then in the car and on the way to school. There wasn’t much [i]talking[/i] in the carride, but Connor and Olivia both sang--or rather, screamed--their favorite song: I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift--Connor’s guilty pleasure.

After he stopped at the local elementary to drop Olivia off, Connor changed the song on his phone so that none of his friends and peers would hear him listening to Taytay of all things--he [i]did[/i] have a reputation to uphold. Regardless, Connor parked his ride in his normal spot and slipped into the school, making the necessary appearance at the assembly before he finally ducked into the activity fair, dashing over to the football stand so that he could watch over the proceedings and make sure everything was done to his liking.

O Captain, my Captain.[/center]