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College years are supposed to be the best four years of our lives, right? And... Throughout the years, it's always nice to go visit your family,too, correct? Well, for Jacques Nakamura, family isn't that much of a problem..Except for his younger sister, Moira Nakamura. Jacques always loved his sister, but when he felt that his love was going father than 'society's boarder lines', what did he do? He ran away. He started to date any female that came across him in hopes to get his sister's face out of his mind. It never worked. He was haunted by her face.

What will happen now that she is moving in? Mommy and Daddy love Moira, but they think it'd be better if she revived the bond between her and her brother.

Name: Jacques Michael Isaac Nakamura
Age: 22
Birthday: April 24, 1987
Appearance:
Brief History: An English major, Jacques (or known to most by Jack; only his parents insist on calling him Jacques) was a playboy and slept with any hot girl that didn't say no. He was a sweet talker, athletic, and he knew how to talk to women.

In high school he was Captain of the Football team and Basketball team, Homecoming King - the works - Not bad for an ego boost.

However, all this while he was close to his younger sister. The close they got once they started thinking about girls and boys, respectively, romantically - things became... weird.. for Jacques.

He soon realized the cause - he loved his sister.

Of course, all brother's loved their sisters. It was genes. But his love.. it was more.

After a time, Jacques started dating every girl that did -not- remind him of his sister - probably playing a large part in his playboy ways, a new girl each week. He wasn't looking for anything serious, just a good time and a distraction from his sister.

It didn't work very well. She was constantly around everywhere he turned. So finally, when he turned 18, Jacques accepted a college downstate where he could try and forget about his sister and focus on not only his major, but college girls. Maybe one of them could get him out of whatever he was going through - whatever phase he had begun.

For surely it was a phase, right? A temporary insanity? I mean, isn't it illegal to love your sister romantically?

Originally Posted by .: Stabbed By A Pencil :.

Name: Moira Ai Nakamura
Age: 20
Appearance: [She doesn't dress like this...I used the picture because I like her hairstyle and face.. x3'']
Brief history: Moira was always the smart cookie. She ended up majoring in music and loved every moment of it. She was rather separated from the crowds and bustling of High school. Moira much rathered staying in a corner and drawing. She was head of the art club and the lead cellist in the school's orchestra.

She didn't go out very much, either..Or, she did with a small group of friends at least once every few weeks. She never attended any school dances except her prom because her parents forced her to go.. Through that time she did love her brother to pieces..And often she questioned it it was the genetic kind or more. But she just figured it was those teenager moments where you question everything: Sexuality, appearance, everything.

After graduating from High School, Moira received many scholarships to many colleges. She accepted the first one that came, but kept the other ones in tact.

She spent lots of time studying and occasionally she dated a guy or two. She dated one guy for a while and hoped he was the one. She gave everything she had to offer to him, and it crushed her to know he cheated on her after he 'got what he wanted.'

Now, Moira's still a little bitter toward men and conducts just a little bit of 'research' on someone before she accepts a date..

The irony? Her name means bitterness. . .

Great. Now the usual plans were going to change. No more studying, going to parties at least every other week, nooo. Now she had to move in with her brother. Moira was pissed,and it could be told by the expression on her face. It wasn't that she didn't love her brother. Moira loved him to death, but a lot of times..Well, she felt that he just hated her. She ran a hand through her blond hair and sighed. Just a few more minutes of driving and she was there...How fun.

Once she was there, she sighed softly. Moira knew she'd have to brace herself for anything cold her brother was going to throw out at her. She looked into her glove box after parking her car and took out a blow pop to calm herself down. Moira never knew why, but she had taken a liking to the candy...It always calmed her down, and when she was finished, there was gum to chew..Maybe she was of simple pleasures.

She popped it into her mouth and contemplated whether she should get out of the car or rev up the engine and get the hell out of here. She was so far away from home. Moira was glad to have received a GPS for her birthday last year...Hn..Speaking of which, her birthday was coming to haunt her once again in just a few days. Oh, wonderful...Getting out of the comforting home of Mommy and Daddy, she actually settled that it was her home because her parents were only there to sleep..She did all of the cooking and cleaning, only to stay with Jacques.

Well...Who knew. Maybe he knew she was coming..And..if not, surprise, right? Oh, a big surprise..Too bad Moira didn't know about it yet.
She figured the time was now or never. She unstrapped herself and looked over her outfit. She had a long black shirt that slipped off the shoulders and had slightly thick tank top sleeves attached, a studded belt across her hip and tilted, dark brown skinny jeans and a chunky pair of shoes Her hair was in its normal spiked ponytail, but today she had long strands of hair on either side of her head out. Lastly, she had at least seven silver bangles on each of her wrists.

Oh, boy. This was going to be interesting..She sighed softly and got out of the car, and as she walked the jingling of her bangles could be heard..Faintly.Soon, she was at the door and took in a breath. This was it. She knocked on the door gently and waited, leaning against the frame of teh door.

At the knock on the door, Jacques jumped a bit. Looking at the clock, Jacques's face contorted in confusion.

'The guys shouldn't be here for awhile yet, the party isn't until later.. Maybe it's a hot girl who got locked out of her apartment!' Jacques thought with a large grin on his lips.

Nearly leaping off the couch, Jacques darted for the door and opened it, his grin turning seductive as he opened the door and leaned against the frame, showing of his abs and small bit of muscle as his button up shirt fell a little more open upon his chest.

"Yes, can I help...you..." Jacques's throat became dry as his eyes grew wide. "M-Moira? What are you doing here?" Jacques inquired hesitantly as he ran his hand through his hair.

'Man, she looks gorgeous. She really grew into her looks more so than in high school. Wait, what am I thinking? Stop. Stop. So not cool. Don't think of your sister like that!'

"You look great," Jacques managed to say after a few moments hesitation, choosing his words carefully, "You on break or something?"

Moira waited patiently and when she heard a voice. She looked up only to see her brother...Wow. He looked so...So different from the last time she had seen him! Wow...Wow.. Ah, Moira shut up! She thought, closing her eyes a little bit, chuckling very quietly at his compliment.

"Thanks. You do, too." She frowned at his next question and shook her head. "No." She sighed and slid two of her fingers in her jeans pocket. She hated skinny jean pockets, but they fit her well, so she could care less. "Read it. " With those two words, Moira heaved a sigh. It was a note from her parents explaining about why she was there and blah blah blah. After she gave it to him, she folded her arms under her breasts in a loose manor.

She had mixed feelings about this, and she wasn't going to show how much she missed Jacques...Yet. In all truth, Moira wanted nothing more at that moment than to jump her brother and hug him. Really...All of these years of missing him were definitely going to show in the next few minutes..

But..At least he hadn't slammed the door in her face. All these years, Moira felt really...Really unusual. She thought Jacques hated her. She thought that was the only reason why he had never really called her..Or visited or anything. She felt rather ignored and it hurt Moira a lot. They used to be so close, what had happened?

Reading the note, Jacques laughed as he ran his hand through his hair once more (a nervous habit of his), "Sounds like them. Figured they'd pawn you off on me so you're not stuck being alone, eh? Well, could be worse," Jacques teased with a laugh as he crumpled up the note and tossed it in the nearby waste basket.

"Bags outside?" Jacques inquired with his quirky half smile, which always made him look adorably cute.

As his gaze wandered over his sister, Jacques couldn't help but smile wider. She looked amazing, but it wasn't just that. He'd missed her. Staying away was the hardest thing he'd ever done and he had a lifetime of making up to her for it.

"Mo.. I'm sorry for not visiting," Jacques said softly as he reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek, being sure to make sure it remained brotherly and not lover-like as he continued to speak, "Things have just been.. hectic," Jacques lied smoothly before pulling her into a warm hug.

"I've missed you," he murmured softly in her hair before placing a light kiss upon her temple.

Pulling back, Jacques tightened her ponytail playfully before tapping her nose with his pointer finger, "And don't you start gushing on me, you hear? Come on, let's go get those bags and get you moved in. You'll have to make due with the couch until I can get you a bed to put into the storage room."

"Speaking of which, you'll have to help me clear that out too.. Damn, we have a lot of work ahead of us... Not to mention the party tonight.. You have the worst possible timing, you know that?" Jacques teased as he grabbed his keys and scooted Moira down the hall.

Moira blinked as he laughed and raised an eyebrow at this. Though she cracked a tiny smile and nodded a little bit, "It could be worse. But I don't like the idea. You've got your own place and I have nothing. It's not right." Moira liked being independent. Now, she wasn't for the complete feminist thing, but she liked the feeling of getting something on her own, no cheating or anything. She cocked an eyebrow at his question and smiled a bit wider at his smile. "Yeah, they're in my car." She murmured, looking over to her car before he caressed her cheek. She blinked, looking at him. Moira frowned a little bit, "No....Don't be sorry.." She muttered at first until he hugged her. Though, she didn't pull away. She hugged him back and closed her eyes a little bit more.

She smiled a bit more and kept her eyes closed at the temple kiss, "I've missed you, too." She spoke softly. Moira couldn't help but wriggle her nose a little as he tapped it. She frowned a little, now sporting a cute, pouty look. She waited until he had turned to get his keys. She giggled a little and jumped onto Jacque's back. "If I'm too heavy, tell me." She said at first, "And don't expect me to not gush! Dammit, Jacques, I haven't seen you in years. You have no idea what emotional trauma you've caused me." Now the emotional stuff was just adding it in. Moira was sort of kidding about that. But she wanted it to seem joking at the moment.

"And a party? Hm, now that's your fault for never expecting the unexpected, dear brother." She purred, a smirk now playing on her lips as she nodded a little bit. That was true, at least. But..Moira shouldn't have been thinking that because she never expected this to happen. So, she supposed that it was poor planning on her own part!And her parent's poor planning and so on. Though, Moira really wasn't planning on being at it..She'd stay in her little 'room' until it was all over. She'd barely know anybody here, anyway.

Gripping her thighs as he carried her down the hall, Jacques rolled his eyes playfully as he looked up at her and teased, "I've reverted to Jacques now? Thanks, Moira, I feel like I'm hope again already. And you're not too heavy. Well, maybe just a bit, you have gained a bit of weight after all," Jacques teased with a laugh, trying to fight the sudden feeling in his stomach over having her so close to him, her curves pressed against his back.

'Dammit! I had just finally gotten over this.. She couldn't have waited another year or two?' Jacques thought bitterly to himself as he mentally slapped himself. It wasn't right to think about his sister like that.. so why was he doing it constantly?

He needed to get laid, that's what it was. After a couple drinks of tequila and a few shots of whiskey, he'd take a girl into his bedroom and sleep with her. Thoughts like that just happened to be about his sister simply because she was the only girl around at the moment, it wasn't as if he actually thought about her romantically... right?

"I'm sorry for causing you 'emotional trauma'," Jacques added half teasingly, "It wasn't my intent. Things just got.. complicated, is all. But enough about that, you're here now so quit your belly-aching. And yes, I'm having a party - my weekend to host. There's drinking, lots of it, so you'll have to watch what you drink," Jacques warned her, "And don't you even think about touching the liquor, you hear me Moira?"

Reaching the parking lot, Jacques inquired with a half smile up at her, "Which vehicle's yours?"

Moira chuckled a little bit, shaking her head a little, "That's what you get for not seeing me. You're now Jacques..Again..Until I say so." She teased, raising an eyebrow. "Okay. . . That wasn't funny." Moira was always self conscious about her weight..Even when she knew she wasn't fat or anything. And she hated being called busty...Holy shit, if she wanted to know that, she'd go around topless...And being herself, Moira had too much dignity and pride to even try that.After hearing him, she rolled her eyes a little..Somewhat playfully. "Of course. And you don't need to worry about me at your party, I won't show my face at all."

Moira was sure lucky that she brought her music player...Her books...Whatever would occupy her..Though, she was really excited to get drawing again. Painting, to be exact. She couldn't wait to finish a painting she had started a week before all of this madness came and slapped her in the face. She just needed to remember where she put her paints..And her easel and everything!

Hm...Moira had a little 'spark of insanity' at the moment. Her fingers twitched a little bit, she needed to get to a piece of paper to sketch SOMETHING down before it all left her mind...She really hated that. She was so stuck in her thoughts that she didn't notice that her brother was talking to her..>When she snapped herself back, just in time, she looked around a bit, "That one. The black Chrysler 300." Moira nodded her head a little. She was proud of her car..With the help of her parents, though she didn't like it, she got that for her nineteenth birthday.

Letting her down by the car, Jacques turned and faced her. Placing a tender kiss upon her cheek, Jacques smiled a warm smile as he teasingly tickled her sides, "I was only teasing about your weight, Moira. You're not fat, nor have you ever been fat. You're perfect, and you know very well you are."

"And as for the party, you should come. You might make some friends around here," Jacques encouraged as he leaned against the side of the car, his hands in front jean pockets as he waited for Moira to open the trunk, a teasing grin still present in his lips.

Moira looked to Jacques as he kissed her cheek, blinking a little. She pressed her lips together as he tickled her sides, desperately trying to not squirm. But her body deceived her, she squirmed a bit and laughed, trying to get a breath in.

"Yeah, I definitely know that." She rolled her eyes a little, but smiled a little bit. At least Jacques remembered what pushed her buttons. "I'm not sure. They're all of your friends." She frowned a little and turned,opening the trunk.

Unfortunately, though, her luggage was pressed close to her speakers. She sighed and leaned forward, now playing tug of war and trying to get her luggage out.
"I hate the trunk.." She murmured softly, trying to tug out a miniature sized crate out from other bags of luggage.

Jacques chuckled as he placed his hands over hers and pulled them back, "Let me, Mo, you're not exactly the strongest of the two of us, now are you," he teased with a wink before taking a whack at the crate.

After a few good shakes and pulls, and removing a couple bags and setting them on the ground, Jacques got the crate out and handed it to Moira. "See? What did I tell you," Jacques teased with a wink and a laugh.

Gathering the rest of her bags, slinging some over his shoulder, others clutched in his hands, Jacques just barely managed to get the trunk shut.

"As for the party being just my friends, that's not necessarily true. People I don't even know show up to these parties," Jacques explained wearily as he led her back inside of the apartment building, "Loads of women show up, so maybe you'll find a friend in them? Not all drink, Mo, most just come for the sex," Jacques added with a laugh, "I'm kidding about the last part, you know."

Reaching his apartment, Jacques let the bags fall to the ground as he dug for his keys and opened the door, "Alright, let's leave these in the living room for now. We have about six hours until everyone starts showing up with the drinks sand everything, let's try and get the storage room cleaned out and find a place for everything, 'kay? It's mainly just old books and such along with my sports equipment, just have to clear a spot beneath my bed and in my closet for it all. You're good at keeping things in order, right?"

Moira looked over to Jacques and pursed her lips a little bit. "Well, that's not nice~" She spoke at first, "And it's just a crate, You never know, I may have gotten stronger than you in the past few years!" Hey, Martial Arts did tend to make a girl rather strong. Buuut, Moira would keep that surprise to herself for now. She took hold of the crate and followed Jacques back to his apartment. She rolled her eyes a little bit, "Oh, wow." She chuckled a little bit and brushed some hair from her eyes.

She put the crate down for a moment and stretched her arms over her head. When finished, she tugged her shirt down a little and sighed contently. She walked in with the crate and put it down soon enough. "That works." She cracked her knuckled a little and chuckled, "Of course I'm good at keeping things in order." This was Moira they were talking about! She grinned a little bit and put her hands on her hips, smiling widely.

[Neeh! I'm sorry it's short. ;3;''']

Piling all of the bags near the couch, Jacques laughed, "Of course, how could I forget. Go on then, into the bedroom with you. You know how good I am at managing things," Jacques teased with a laugh as he pointed around the corner, "First door on your right. I'll bring you in things from your new room once you get started, okay?"

Heading down the hall passed his bedroom, Jacques took a left into a side room and stood in the opening. Running his hand through his hair, Jacques sighed as he looked around at the mess, "Damn... No wonder I don't come in here..."

Heading to the nearest pile, Jacques began trying to sort through everything and make a sensible order of things, not that he was doing a very good job of it. But hey, he was trying!

Moira chuckled softly, "Because you're you, Jacques." She said simply, retorting to the 'how could I forget' comment. She pursed her lips a little bit, "Fine, My ass will be in the bedroom if you need me." With that, she pretended to feel unwanted, sticking her nose in the air and everything before laughing and following the directions he told her. She hummed softly and looked around.

She pressed her hands together, smiling softly and looking around. She knew there was work ahead, so Moira headed out of there for just a moment and into the livingroom. She dug into her bag and took out one of those flimsy white doctor's masks and a bandanna. Moira tied the bandanna on her head and put the mask on- She was sensitive to dust. A little bit would send her flying for a while.

She then started to get to work, humming a cute tune. Moira wasn't really one to enjoy working, but as long as she kept her 'little' mind occupied, she was good.

"Mo?" Jacques called with a nervous laugh, "I think I'm making a bigger mess... I have all the books and sports stuff separated though.. Does that count any? I think I'd be more of a help if I left you to do it," Jacques added with a laugh as he stood and brushed the dust from hands and jeans.

Leaning in the door frame of his bedroom, Jacques smiled as he watched his sister working. She really was adorable when she got all precautionary on account of the dust. Her figure wasn't bad either, especially at this angle.

'Dammit.. Jack, snap out of it. This is Mo you're thinking about! You shouldn't love Moira like that.. It's not right... She would just think you're messed up and never want to talk to you again... So stop it before you ruin everything with your sister!' Jacques thought miserably to himself as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I think I'm going to head to the store, do you want anything special to eat tonight? We can go shopping officially tomorrow, if you'd like," Jacques said with a warm smile as he stuck his hand in his front pocket, "Think you'll be okay here for awhile by yourself? If any of the guys come to the door or call, don't answer them. There's no telling what they and their friends will do while I'm gone," Jacques added with a sigh.

Moira looked over after hearing a nervous laugh. SHe looked back and giggled a little, "Well, at least you're trying." She spoke, turning around. She put her hands on her hips and smirked a little, "It does count, so thank you for that." She winked a little and smiled, "Well, I don't think it'd be very fun if I did everything by myself. A little help from time to time is always appreciated, even if it starts out as a bigger mess." She brushed the strands that were in front of her ears behind them, seeing as they were now becoming bothersome, tickling her cheeks mercilessly as she worked.

She thought for a moment as Jacques mentioned something about going to the store. Moira thought and shrugged a little, "Really, I'm good with anything." She wasn't too picky. As long as the dish didn't have onions...Celery..Black olives. and asparagus, Moira was good. It wasn't that she didn't like all of those, but she was allergic to Celery and Asparagus, oddly enough. Onions and Black olives just weren't her cup of tea, unless they were in something and could barely be tasted.

"Ohh, Jack, I'm a big girl. I won't answer the door for anyone, I Pwomise!" At the last part, Moira bounced up a little, her fists balled playfully against her breasts. She laughed a little bit and nodded, "But I'll be fine. No need to worry about me." She brushed strands of her bangs from her eyes with a little aggravation showing. Maybe it was time to cut them.

"Maybe I do need a haircut.." She murmured to herself, turning on her heel a little to get back to work. No..I like my hair, though.. If I cut it short, I can't put it in this ponytail..And that wouldn't be fun!

Jacques laughed as he walked over and teasingly, yet gently, tugged at her nose, "Oh shush. I haven't seen you in years, Mo, can you blame me if I'm a bit worried about leaving you alone with a bunch of college guys who drink? Especially when I know them? I'll be back in a couple of hours, try not to burn the house down while I'm gone, okay?" Jacques teased with a wink before heading out of the bedroom.

Pausing for a moment at the frame, Jacques looked back at her with a warm smile, "I'm Jack again? Sweet. And as for that hair of yours? Don't cut it, I like it like this. Makes you look younger and not so old," Jacques added with a teasing wink before heading out to the living room to grab his keys and head out the door to the parking lot.

Getting into his truck, Jacques drove off down the street to head into town and pick up some groceries for them as well as some food for the party.

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On his way home, Jacques stopped at the local sub joint and bought, what he hoped, was still Moira's favorite, along with a sub for himself.

Managing to balance everything on his way back inside, Jacques opened the door to his - no.. their - apartment and called to Moira, "Moira? Can you help me with this? I got you some dinner, too, if you're hungry."

Once again, Moira wriggled her nose, "Don't make me bite you." She spoke, smirking. Moira would do it, too. She sighed in slight defeat and giggled a bit, "I guess that gives you the permission to worry about me." She cocked her head to the side and giggled a bit, "I may be a pyro, but I know when and when NOT to set something on fire. Jeez!" She laughed a bit more and then smiled as warmly as he had. "Yes, I think you're deserving of it now. You're Jack once again."

She looked at her hair for a moment and stuck her tongue out, "Oh, bite me! People still think I'm 18~" As he left, Moira smiled softly. She slid herself against one of the walls and sighed contently. She missed this warm...Really, really weird feeling Jacques gave her. She blinked and hit herself up the head, "Stoppit! That's your brother.." She pursed her lips a little and took in a breath..Bad idea since her mask was off now. She coughed and sneezed a little.

As Jacques was heading in the house, Moira was just getting out of her other clothes. She hated being in dusty clothes. Now, she was wearing a mini skirt, long black stockings and a striped black and blue shirt. This time, though, the shirt was basically cut in 'half' since her naval tended to show when she wore it. She'd put a tank top under it when she got the chance. She nodded a bit, "I'm comin'!" She called, sliding out of the bathroom. She headed for the door to help her brother with what he got.

"From what I remember, I got your favorite.. Don't kill me if it's wrong, 'kay? I tried my best," Jacques laughed as he started putting their own groceries away. Pointing to the platters of meat, cheese, crackers, fruits, veggies, and chips Jacques added, "Those can be left on the counter - they'll be fine for an hour or so 'til the party, don't you think?"

Taking a couple plates and glasses down, Jacques put his sub onto a plate before pouring himself a cup of tea, "So how much you get done? Enough to start moving everything into my room so we can start decorating your room? We'll go next Saturday after I get paid and buy things for your room, it'll be a late birthday present," Jacques added with a wink.

Noticing her outfit, it as everything Jacques could do to keep his eyes from thinking about her curves and the bare skin revealed at her abdomen. 'Does she really have to wear such things? That girl is going to drive my heart crazy if she keeps it up.. Even if she is my sister...'

Moira smiled softly at his words. "Ooh, I wouldn't kill you over food." She smiled a bit more and played with her hair, now that it was in a regular ponytail. Though some strands were still 'spiked' due to the gel she put in earlier that day. She nodded a bit, "Keep them covered and I'm sure that it'll he fine for the party." She murmured, trying to pull her shirt down a little. She didn't win either way, so she let go and put her own sub on a plate. She took a bite and smiled softly, "Looks like you remembered~" She purred with a smile.

She then smiled proudly at his question, "All of it. It wasn't that hard, and listening to music during it all just made me clean a little faster." She chuckled. Music was her life, and Moira loved that it gave her more energy to do things she'd normally loathe doing. She giggled a little, "Late for the last few years or early for this one? Because my birthday is on Saturday this year. " She spoke, giggling a little as she took another bite of her sub.

Soon, Moira got tired of standing, so she sat herself up on one of the counters, crossing one leg over the other. Moira didn't like eating at tables when she was at home, strangely enough.

Flicking her nose playfully, Jacques stole a huge bite of her sub after teasing, "Don't be mean. Is it my fault I didn't realize your birthday was Saturday? I thought it came on a Thursday this year."

His mouth full of sub, Jacques went about covering each platter before taking his own plate and ice-tea to the living room and flipping on the T.V..

"Thanks, Moira, I really appreciate you tidying up everything. I promise, I'll make it up to you on your birthday, alright? You can get whatever you want for your room, as long as I can afford it," Jacques added with a laugh, "So that means no huge flat screen T.V.s or King-sized four-poster bed with the works."

Taking a bite of his sub, Jacques picked up the remote as he relaxed on the couch, flipping through the channels to try and find something good on.

Moira frowned a little, "Heey! No double Whammies~" She whined cutely. "And what's eith you and my nose? Did you grow to have some weird nose fetish that I should be aware of?" She teased, laughing.

"And I'm not being mean. I'm just reminding you. In fact, I think it's rather mean that you forgot what day my birthday is on this year!" She laughed a little. Really, it didn't bother her. It was just another day to her.

She followed him to the livingroom and soon sat beside him, managing to swipe his sub to take a bite of it the way he had to her. "Now we're even." She giggled a bit, "I wouldn't want that anyway. If I want a flat screen, I'll get the money myself." She smiled and nodded her head in confidence.

Unable to help herself, Moira was humming a song. To be specific, it was "There's a good reason these tables are numbered, Honey. You just haven't thought of it yet." Or something like that from Panic! At The Disco. She chuckled a little as she realized she was doing it.

Pulling Moira's hair out of her ponytail and ruffling her hair before tossing the hair-tie at her, Jacques teased with a wink, "Stop humming, you'll make the neighbors think I'm torturing a cat in here. As for your nose, it's small and cute and can I help it if I like flicking it? You're being a dork so I'm going treat you like a dork," said Jacques matter-of-factly with a laugh.

"And as for this birthday business, you haven't spent a birthday with me in years, can you blame me for getting confused? At least I knew it was this week," he teased as he took another bite of her sub before blocking his own so she couldn't get it, "Besides, I bet you don't even remember mine, so we're even."

Moira glared to Jacques as he pulled her hair from it's ponytail. She took the hairtie back after he threw it at her and stuck her tongue out. "Ha Ha. Torturing a cat, you slayed me with that one." She rolled her eyes a little and tied her hair back up, "And if I'm a dork, you're the head dork. You came before me, after all.... And the next time you flick my nose, I'm biting your finger." She nodded a bit.

"I suppose I can't. I give you credit for remembering it was this week." She chuckled and out of nowhere hugged Jacques, now trying to get his sub as a little bit of 'revenge' "And I remember when yours is!" She exclaimed, nodding as her hair flew a little wildly. She blinked before sighing and pushing the stray strands, "Ah, screw it.." She mumbled, pursing her lips.