Ballora woke to the sound of a guitar. She slowly sat up from where she was lying on the couch. Ballora realized she was covered by a blanket that hadn’t been there before. She smiled, having an idea of who might have put it there.

Ballora stood up, deciding to make her way towards the source of the noise. It didn’t take long for the bluenette to figure out the source of the noise was Baby. The shorter girl was sitting at the foot of the stairs mindlessly strumming a guitar and quietly humming to herself. She also had her hair down, which the french girl found adorable.

She quietly walked up next to the redhead.

“I didn’t know you played guitar.”

Baby jumped slightly, quickly realizing it was Ballora who had just scared the shit out of her. “Oh hey, you’re up. Uh… yeah, I’ve been playing for a few years.”

‘Oh, maybe you could play for me sometime~”

“Y-Yeah, I c-can do that.”

Ennard burst in through the front door covered in mud and rainwater. With the foot of the stairs being in right by the door, it didn’t take long for him to notice the two girls.

“GOOD MORNING!” Ennard immediately walked over to his sister, picking her up and hugging her. She quickly started to squirm in his arms. “Ennard, stop! You’re getting mud all over me. Go take a shower!”

“Make me!”

There was a rather audible thud as the siblings fell to the floor and started wrestling. Ballora watched as Baby put Ennard in a headlock. “Boy, you better go take a shower!” Ennard started trying to wriggle out of Baby’s grip. “Never!” The two wrestled a little more before Baby managed to get her brother into a fireman’s carry. She carried him upstairs while Ennard attempted to slip out of her grip and flop down the stairs, leaving Ballora to lean against the railing with a bemused look on her face.

Baby returned a few minutes later without Ennard, wearing a different sweatshirt, and with her hair pulled into a sloppy ponytail. “Well, that’s over now.”

“What a way to start a morning.” Ballora commented.

“Yeah, well, welcome to the Jones Family Circus. Not only does weird bullshit happen all the time in a rather abrupt manner, but as a bonus literally everyone here is pale as fuck and has red hair.”

“Sign me up. Especially if I get one of those sweatshirts upon joining.” She said, gesturing to Baby’s sweatshirt, which had ‘TOO GAY TO FUNCTION’ printed across the front in bold letters. Baby blushed and laughed slightly, having not realized that was the sweatshirt she had grabbed. “Unfortunately not, but you should.” There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes as the two sat at the foot of the stairs together.  

At least until Baby decided to say something. “Hey, speaking of clothes though, sorry you’re stuck in the ones you wore yesterday. I’d lend you mine, but since you're like, nearly a foot taller than me, I doubt that would end well. Unless you wanna borrow some of Ennard’s clothes. He wouldn’t give a shit if you did.”

Ballora ended up borrowing some of Ennard’s clothes. Baby waited by her room for the other girl to come out as she changed. The door eventually opened with an audible creak, and yet again, Baby found herself staring at Ballora. Ennard’s jeans really hugged Ballora’s figure. Baby’s immediate thought was holy shit her thighs are bigger than my future.

Was that a weird thing to thi- actually, no, that was definitely a weird thing to think.

Ballora noticed the shorter girl staring and laughed slightly. “Like what you see?” She teased. Baby’s face flushed red in embarrassment yet again. “No! I mean yes! I mean, I wasn’t staring or anything!” Ballora laughed again. “Calm down ya cutie. I’m just messing with you.”

What.

Ennard slammed open the door to the bathroom right across from them. “I’VE DECIDED WE’RE GOING OUT FOR COFFEE!”

Okay, changing the subject apparently.

It would seem things just don't move at a normal pace.