{THIRD PERSON POV}
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'Well... my shirt is fucked...' That was what Mordred thought to herself while she stood in her room, looking through her closet.
"I'm so fucking stealing his clothes later, because this is unbelievable... I became a good sister and Oum decided to fuck me in the ass by making Jaune snot all over my shirt... my WHITE SHIRT! Most of it is either green or yellow now!" she complained to herself. Frankly, she deserved it, but it wasn't like she regretted it. It was Jaune; he could shit all over her shirt and she wouldn't be mad at him. Well, not mad per se-more like annoyed-because she knew that Jaune would gladly lose an arm for her, and a shirt was nothing compared to that.
As for why she would still get annoyed, imagine having a good white shirt only for it to be used as an impromptu napkin.
Mordred grabbed another shirt. This time, she decided to be smarter by picking a red shirt, which was also her favorite.
"Even if Jaune used this as another tissue, it could still be saved." She smirked before she took off her shirt.
She looked at the red shirt and thought about it. She had a few red shirts, but this one was her favorite for one reason.
Jaune bought it for her as a birthday present, and it was signed by Bruce Willis.
BRUCE WILLIS! HOW THE FUCK DID JAUNE MANAGE TO GET THAT?!
From what she could get Jaune to confess, it took him more than a year of saving his money to buy it.
A small smile crept onto her face as she put on the shirt.
It was a little big for her, but she would grow into it. She would make sure she grew into it.
She really couldn't ask for a better brother than him.
Now that she thought about it, was she Jaune's favorite?
Jaune confided in her.
He told her secrets that no one else knew about.
And he gave her massages when sparring matches ended with her being a little too injured for Jaune's liking.
Yeah, she was his favorite. The thought finally settled in. It was obvious in hindsight, but she never expected it.
"Who could have guessed..." she said with a smirk as she walked to the door, but she stopped herself.
Miles had been really weird today. In the first place, the whole situation from last night was weird, because when you took into account whatever happened to make Dad turn into... this thing... it had to be something important.
She wouldn't say it out loud, but she missed Artoria. She may or may not have wished Artoria had been there last night, because she could have helped uncover whatever the fuck happened to Dad.
Mom seemed a little sad, but she was mostly fine at the dinner table last night. Mordred wouldn't lie and say she didn't feel a little scared when Jaune asked Mom whether Artoria was hurt or not, but she did feel relieved when Mom said no.
She had her own theories about what happened last night. They ranged from one of Dad's old friends dying-which was ridiculous, because if one of them actually died, the whole family would have gone to the funeral.
But still, it was the only theory that made sense to her, and it was strengthened by his interaction with Jaune this morning.
It was a little unnerving, to say the least. Dad never hugged Jaune before. The last time she remembered him hugging Jaune was when Jaune was little-really, really little-five-years-old little.
And Mordred couldn't gauge her mother's reaction to the whole shish kebab because she was too busy comforting Jaune, and her own emotions were swinging between wanting to throttle Miles or hug him.
Either way, it would end with her using her Semblance on him.
She sighed and shook her head before she grabbed the door handle and stepped out of the room.
"Saphron is probably with Jaune right now, helping him tidy up," she thought as she went down the stairs. "And with how long it took for me and Saphron to calm down Jaune, Mom and the others should have had enough time to get ready by now."
She smirked when she heard the others, especially Noir. "Bingo."
When she reached the living room where the family was waiting, Jeanne sat up and opened her mouth.
"Mordred! Is everything fine?" Jeanne asked, because she wanted to be there for Jaune too, but she couldn't. She had to help Mom with the rest of the children.
Noir was a lot to handle while also dealing with Olivia.
Olivia was three years old right now, which meant she was really, really energetic.
Combined with Noir, that was a recipe for disaster.
Jeanne had to take care of Noir, or in other words, distract Noir while Luna took care of Olivia.
Thankfully, Blancheur was a quiet child.
"Yeah, he's fine... just shocked, I guess," Mordred answered as she walked to the couch and sat down.
"To be honest, I don't blame him. Dad was being really, really weird..." Mordred said to Jeanne, but her eyes kept flicking toward her mother as she tried to judge her reaction. "...It makes you wonder what really happened last night."
Mordred stayed silent for a few moments, watching for her mother's reaction, before she sighed and gave up, knowing it was a losing battle.
She was a thousand years too early to play that kind of game against her mother.
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