Barbara Rockwaller was elated when she saw Bonnie come home with Brittanya in tow. Because of this, she decided that the family would dine out at Flavé La Monte for the evening. All had gone exceptionally well, even Connie and Lonnie were wary of their tongue towards the brunette cheerleader. Before the desserts were set to arrive, her mother had found a way of getting the young Swordswoman to spend the rest of her time in town with them. Due to the change in plans, she happily sacrificed her spacious living to accommodate their guest. Not that it was a big change in her usual sleeping arrangements, especially since Dean usually stopped by to sleep over.
So now Bonnie was shuffling around in her walk-in closet, coordinating some clothing choices for the carbon copy of herself seated atop her bed. Every once in a while, she would poke her head out to toss something onto the bed, but otherwise focused on what was in front of her. The Huntress smiled as she watched her sister busy herself with creating their looks for the rest of the week. She was quite aware of the fact that the brunette was still overcoming the jarring shock that accompanied her sudden reappearance after thirteen years, but she had finally gotten the pass to temporarily do as she pleased. Though she had already completed her education and had full-time jobs (being an Assassin, Trained Swordswoman and owning the title of highly qualified Huntress courtesy of the Crown were demanding professions to have), she decided that she would work towards having a normal cover while she was off-call. "Briz, can you pass me the shirt on your left?" thinking nothing of the request, the dark fighter walked over to the closet with the article of clothing to place it in her outstretched hand before seating herself on the bed.
Another bout of silence passed before the cheerleader withdrew her head from outside the clothing keep to see that what she had wanted was in her hand. When she looked up, she was rewarded with a soft smile. "I'm just giving you what you asked for, sis." Nodding briefly, she placed the top on a hanger and hung it between a few of her other clothes. After closing the doors, she walked over to the bed and sat down beside her younger twin. "I missed you, Tani. You know, while you were gone… and stuff." Reaching over, Brittanya took her hand and pulled her into a hug. "I missed you too, Delle." It was a while before she felt the other return the heartfelt embrace. Pulling away, she said, "I'm gonna get something to eat; I'll let you get back to your work."
Closing the door behind her, the Specialist made her way to Lonnie's room. Walking through the open door, she stepped into the room and watched as the brunette wrote at her desk. Leaning alongside the doorframe with arms crossed, she waited for her presence to be acknowledged. She saw her sister stiffen significantly before looking up from her task, carefully scanning the large space before inquiring aquamarine orbs rested on her. "What are you doing in here? Did you forget what happens when you come into my room unannounced?" a gentle smile made its way across the younger brunette's face as she strolled over to where the Chemistry professor was seated. "Why no, dear sister; I don't believe I was briefed." Seeing the color fade from said sister's face, she stopped a few feet in front of her.
A tense moment passed as the twenty-eight-year-old stared wide-eyed at her younger sibling, noting with a sickening clarity that the girl was no longer smiling. In place of her previously peaceful countenance was a grim expression. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Lonnelle." She began testily, her grim expression lightening at best. "You and Connie have been raising hell where my beloved twin is concerned. So, let's make a deal." A sinister smile slowly materialized as she continued. "As long as I'm here and long after I'm gone, you will treat her with respect. However, continue to be anything but humane to her and I'll see to it that you'll never be capable of doing anything remotely human… again." Leaning forward, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she deftly unsheathed a file with a pointed blade from beneath her sleeve and held it at her throat. "And remember this, dear sister; I always deliver on my promises." With that, she deftly flipped the blade away from her jugular and out of sight.
Moving to kiss the woman's forehead, she smirked inwardly at the cool temperature. "Sweet dreams, Lonnie." Turning on a dime, she swiftly exited the room and gently closed the door behind her.