ANALYSING WHAT YOU LIKE : PUZ

Andi was hard to read, though perhaps easy to pick apart at base level. She depended on no one point blank, relied on no one point blank and barely trudged her way up to ask for any assistance should she admit failure at all - she was brash and incredibly brave, quick-thinking on top of that and fleet-footed enough to easily cruise herself out of any trouble. Miyu ran these traits over in his head all the time - in an attempt to placate himself, persuade himself that Andi was going to be fine, she didn't need him to baby her, she was perfectly okay. In a matter of speaking, Andi herself thought linearly as well - she could do it, she did it, she found something else to do.

If she couldn't do it, that became a new secret to never talk about ever.

But, at the same time, even if Miyu could understand that much ... he'd seen and heard far too many news reports about specifically targeted mortal fatalities to be able to shake off his fear as something irrational. He's read too many news articles specifically on the sporadic murder of a human or two, barely presented as anything of note but in little print alongside a mugshot of the deceased in the obituary - he knew, on a personal level, just how much others preyed on humans. How easy humans were. How vulnerable they were. 

And Miyu couldn't get why Andi snuck out so often. To prove her worth? To genuinely support them, like she'd said earlier? Why? They did, monetarily, need a little help, but she was ... ten. There was no world where any ten year old was ideally supposed to head out and attempt to solve issues involving taxes and bills. There was no world in which he'd ever want his own sister to be involved with problems like these. ...Was it something that was noticeable?

Was it that Andi felt caged and just wanted some escape time to time?

Here, dwelling on this in particular, was when Miyu couldn't interpret her at all. Again: hard to read.

And it's been twelve years.

His smile raised at the responding call from within - was there a little thump he could hear? Hmm - and it only stretched wider when the door swung open altogether, the demon tilting his head slightly. 'Just as the doctor ordered!' he claimed merrily at her almost passive aggressive acceptance, humming a happy and very tonedeaf melody as he stepped past the door and shut it lightly behind him. He wagged his finger at her in extra disapproval with the arm not nursing the huge book, blue eyes skipping with experience over the hand resting casually on her head. 'You've really gotta tell me these things, you know. I keep telling you. When you're going and when you'll be back. I mean, what if I won the lottery and I could choose between keeping a dog or a cat and I couldn't choose but you weren't there to help me and so my chance ran out? You've gotta think about these things, yeah?'

The brunet sauntered over to her bed, noting the general disarray with a certain sense of exasperated but resigned affection, and plopped down on the side while opening the photo album to a random page on his lap. 'Breakfast will be family photos from when you were five and eating Mom's makeup!' he cheered. 'Come on, sit here.' He patted the bed beside him. '... We'll be having pancakes with a heck of a lot of butter later.'

The icepack was in the kitchen.

Okay, okay, not exactly nutritious this time ... but who would he be as a big brother if he didn't spoil his favourite most mortal sister in the universe?

That's right.