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As soon as Tuffnut entered the house he could sense something was different. He checked the floor. That was the same. He checked the walls. Same. The stairs. Same. Kitchen. Same. His sister sitting alone in the corner of the room with a book in her hands. Same. The- Wait! He blinked and made a double take at Ruffnut. That was definitely what was different.
He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, no matter how long you stare at it, it's not going to burst into flames."
Her eyes looked up from the book in front of her nose. She gave her brother a glare.
"Same goes for me," He said, though his voice seemed a little unsure.
"I'm not trying to burn it, idiot," She said, turning her gaze away from him. "I'm reading it."
"Reading," He repeated, almost amused.
"Yeah."
"A book."
"Uh-huh."
"Why?" He blurted.
Ruffnut shrugged. "I don't know."
"Why?" He asked again, his voice more whiny this time.
"Why not?" She insisted. "What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that it's you! And it's a book! And you're reading it!" Tuffnut exclaimed.
"How is that a big deal?"
"It's just..." Tuff kicked his boot against the floor. "Lately, I feel like I don't even know you anymore."
She blinked, slowly closing her book. "What do you mean?"
"Ever since you've been going out with Fishlegs...I don't know. Everything's been different."
"Fishlegs?" Ruff stared at her brother for a moment before laughing. "Oh gods! You're jealous!"
"What?" Tuff's eyes went wide. "N-No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!" Her grin grew wider. "You're jealous that I've been spending all my time with Fishlegs and not enough with you."
Her brother deflated. "Okay, so I miss my sister," He frowned. "Is that such a bad thing?"
She considered that for a moment. "Mmm...I guess not." She paused. "I'm still gonna make fun of it, though." She went back to her book.
"You know," Tuffnut spoke up after a moment, through a shrug. "It wouldn't hurt to, at least, try fighting with me every once in a while."
"Okay."
"You know, just so I know you're still the same sister I've always known."
"Mhm," Ruffnut nodded.
"The same ugly, smelly, dumb sister-"
"That's it!" She growled tossing her book across the room and tackling her brother to the ground.
After a few tugs, pulls and multiple poundings, the siblings broke apart. Ruffnut reached for her book and returned to her corner, while Tuffnut rubbed at a new bruise on his shoulder.
"Better?" Ruff smirked.
He nodded.
"So, we're good?"
Tuff thought for a moment, then punched Ruffnut in the arm one more time.
"Ow!"
"Yeah, we're good."
He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, no matter how long you stare at it, it's not going to burst into flames."
Her eyes looked up from the book in front of her nose. She gave her brother a glare.
"Same goes for me," He said, though his voice seemed a little unsure.
"I'm not trying to burn it, idiot," She said, turning her gaze away from him. "I'm reading it."
"Reading," He repeated, almost amused.
"Yeah."
"A book."
"Uh-huh."
"Why?" He blurted.
Ruffnut shrugged. "I don't know."
"Why?" He asked again, his voice more whiny this time.
"Why not?" She insisted. "What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that it's you! And it's a book! And you're reading it!" Tuffnut exclaimed.
"How is that a big deal?"
"It's just..." Tuff kicked his boot against the floor. "Lately, I feel like I don't even know you anymore."
She blinked, slowly closing her book. "What do you mean?"
"Ever since you've been going out with Fishlegs...I don't know. Everything's been different."
"Fishlegs?" Ruff stared at her brother for a moment before laughing. "Oh gods! You're jealous!"
"What?" Tuff's eyes went wide. "N-No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!" Her grin grew wider. "You're jealous that I've been spending all my time with Fishlegs and not enough with you."
Her brother deflated. "Okay, so I miss my sister," He frowned. "Is that such a bad thing?"
She considered that for a moment. "Mmm...I guess not." She paused. "I'm still gonna make fun of it, though." She went back to her book.
"You know," Tuffnut spoke up after a moment, through a shrug. "It wouldn't hurt to, at least, try fighting with me every once in a while."
"Okay."
"You know, just so I know you're still the same sister I've always known."
"Mhm," Ruffnut nodded.
"The same ugly, smelly, dumb sister-"
"That's it!" She growled tossing her book across the room and tackling her brother to the ground.
After a few tugs, pulls and multiple poundings, the siblings broke apart. Ruffnut reached for her book and returned to her corner, while Tuffnut rubbed at a new bruise on his shoulder.
"Better?" Ruff smirked.
He nodded.
"So, we're good?"
Tuff thought for a moment, then punched Ruffnut in the arm one more time.
"Ow!"
"Yeah, we're good."
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Part of my "Oblivious to Awkwardness" collection. [link]
Wow, can I even assume people are reading anymore? I can't believe how long it's been since I posted a new story to this, lol. Sorry, everyone!
Anyways, so I just randomly found this, and decided to post it. Sorry if it's not worth the wait, but I thought it was pretty funny, so..thanks for reading!
Wow, can I even assume people are reading anymore? I can't believe how long it's been since I posted a new story to this, lol. Sorry, everyone!
Anyways, so I just randomly found this, and decided to post it. Sorry if it's not worth the wait, but I thought it was pretty funny, so..thanks for reading!
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thanks for this! It's nice to see this again
I always liked Oblivious To Awkwardness because it was short, heart-warming and didn't require me to really keep up with too much.
It made my day to see your work again!
I always liked Oblivious To Awkwardness because it was short, heart-warming and didn't require me to really keep up with too much.
It made my day to see your work again!