Who: Andrea and Carissa Anderson (Princess Andrina and Arista) What: Sisterly time. Where: Their father's house. When: Saturday night? Rating: Tame. Totally tame. Status: Incomplete | Open to other Andersons?
Blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail with a few stray locks falling loosely around her face, Andie bit on her bottom lip, chewing lightly as she leaned onto her toes, rummaging through a cupboard in the kitchen. As sad as it sometimes was, yes, she still lived at home and yes, she kept her own food supplied in the kitchen. Not that she didn't share, of course, but... that meant she was still paying her part? Sort of. It wasn't that she wouldn't or couldn't move out -- she'd just seen no reason to. A homebody at heart, she never felt very comfortable outside of her own home. It was her comfortzone, her refuge, and she wasn't willing to give it up.
Pulling a bag of cookies down, she rocked back onto her heels and let out a small 'sigh' before glancing around. Things were already set out on the counter, but it couldn't hurt to add more, right? After all, things had happened, and what better way to get over a guy than eating until you could barely move and ended up falling asleep wherever you were? Not that she'd ever gotten over things involving guys, but that? That was another story entirely. She was here for her sister now and that was all that mattered. Dipping a finger into a jar of icing, she licked it off and leaned her back against the counter for a moment, just thinking. It was strange: even she'd been convinced that Michael and Rissy were perfect for one another, in their own little way. But now? Well... now they weren't together and that baffled Andie. A lot. But there wasn't much she could do about it now, now could she? The only option was comforting her sister in her typical Andie-like way: being soft-spoken and sweet and as gentle as she could. Seemed to help most of the time, right? Here's to hoping it could at least do something right now.
Dragging her collection of foods and candies and sweets to her room, she flopped onto her bed and curled herself up, flipping through the pages of a book she'd left laying there before rolling onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling as she waited for her sister.