Unwinding

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya's office door was shut. In hospital terms that meant 'don't disturb'. In the Brea's terms it meant 'time to relax'. It'd been a good week actually. They'd finished early and there was a little bit of time before Aya had to report for her volunteer weekend shifts. "Any plans sister-mine?" Aya asked over her shoulder as she walked over to the discreet stereo on one of her bookshelves.

"For the weekend?" Maya asked, thinking it over "...no. I'm tired of tennis." she admitted. "Maybe some house cleaning? Or, hey, gardening! There's that one vine I'm sure I can get to curl along our railing. It's big enough to start anyway..."

Aya nodded, clicking the volume on the music up until it was just loud enough to be heard. She liked to sway along to soft music, it was relaxing! "And the Irises are ready to be thinned...maybe spread them to two new beds? And sprinkle some wild flowers around them?" she suggested, wiggling out of her coat and hangng it up while dancing.

Maya eyed her sister and then fished a bottle of nail polish out of her purse. They relaxed in different ways! "Irises are all you dear, they don't like me. And that little tree..."

"The Bonsai? What's wrong with it?" Aya blinked, worried for a moment.

"Nothing except the morning glories want to eat it! Move it back here! You need more plants in here!" Maya waved the bottle of polish for emphasis, then nodded to the slim window in the back of office "It'll get enough light now right?"

"Hmmm, I could do that..." Aya admitted, thinking it over. "It's a lot stronger than it was when we got it, so translocation might not bother it."

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure being dropped three stories won't hurt it at this point. It'sa a tough little thing...except when it comes to my vines."

"Fine, fine..." Aya laughed "I'll bring it in with me tomorrow alright?"

"Good girl." Maya smirked and put her foot up on Aya's desk to do her toes.

Taking that as a signal, Aya turned the music up a bit more.

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[sliceitwithwind]

There's a polite rap at the office door, waiting to be acknowledged. It's not an urgent work kind of rap.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya paused and glanced at her sister, silently asking if the other woman was expecting anyone. Maya's answer was a clueless shrug, so the doctor shut off the music and reached out to snag the door handle. "Yes?"

There were two pairs of blue eyes looking at those who interrupted them. Two girls in white t-shirts and jeans now that it was time to relax. One of them had her feet on the desk with nail polish half applied?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Evening, Maya, Aya." Dilan nods to the correct woman at the correct name, "Braig and I were wondering if the two of you would be free for dinner, either tonight or tomorrow."

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"See?> Admit and the universe provides!" Maya teased her sister. "First weekend I don't have plans and viola!"

Aya wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at her sister. "Maya's free, I've got ER shifts." she admitted a touch apologetically.

"Because she's crazy." Maya was sure to add, brandishing the polish brush in Aya's direction.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Not even for a dinner?" Dilan asks, giving Aya puppy eyes. Kitten eyes. Big, sinfully blue-purple eyes with a thick fringe of black lashes. "Surely you can find enough time for a dinner."

[mitochondriaaya]

....that really wasn't fair. Especially considering her proximity to the door Dilan was standing in. Aya was just going to fiddle with the doorknob for a minute okay? Dilan wasn't following the general rules of reality when it came to the Brea sisters dating! One was usually...just fine.

Maya, thankfully, stepped in. "Well, I handle her calendar, would you care to make an appointment?" she grinned.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Totally." Dilan agrees, "What times do work?" he grins at the more outgoing twin and pulls his own PDA out, "I've got Braig's on here as well as mine, so I can make a time that's good for him as well as me."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya recovered enough to pull the door wider and gesture Dilan in; no point talking across the office. She was a lot better with people who...had no interest in her? Having him insist on both of them was throwing her mentally! "Excuse the mewss...we're unwinding?"

Maya grinned, not bothering to take her still-drying toes off the desk as she flipped open an imaginary calendar book. "Hmmm, let's see, my crazy sister is due in by nine...so any time before then tonight or tomorrow, though she'll probably sleep until at least four tomorrow. Her lunch break tends to be around one am, barring emergencies?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Seven thirty tonight?" Dilan asks, laughing, "Semi-formal, Active-friendly?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"...we don't have anything here..." Aya warned to Maya. They'd gone through everything in their office closet this week. It was Friday!

"But we do have those nice dresses at the cleaners down the road." Maya countered with a grin. "Seven thirty it is."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Great! It's a date." Dilan says cheerfully, inputting it into Braig's schedule so that the littler man will see it when he checks his phone for messages, "How's your sensitivity today, ladies?"

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"Well, we let you in the door, so the sensitivity can't be that bad..." Maya pointed out with a laugh.

Aya rolled her eyes and went over to turn her music on again, the notes barely above audible "What she means is we had two cancellations and no emergency treatments. We're a little tingly but not overwhelmed."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Okay, good. Do you want me to get a private room anyway?"

[sliceitwithwind]

At seven thirty there is another gentle knock at the door. Then a much lower one that isn't quite as gentle.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Do we still have earrings here? Earring Aya, I know they're here somewhere...door." Maya lifted her head from digging through the desk drawers and pointed dramatically at the sound of knocking.

"Closet, little box." Aya sighed, reaching out to open the door. Both girls were in cocktail dresses and almost ready to go? Aya was fiddling with the straps on one of her heels now that the crucial 'letting guys in' was done. "....hi?"

[sliceitwithwind]

The boys are wearing matching haori over hakama. They're both wearing boots instead of traditional sandals, however, because early spring in this part of the world tends to mean muddy sidewalks.

"Aya, Maya." Dilan says, nodding at each twin individually. Braig grins and waves after Dilan has identified which is which. "Ready, ladies?"

[mitochondriaaya]

She hadn't caught it earlier, but now Maya was just a bit more than startled by Dilan's easy identification. It wasn't a bad thing, just really, really weird. Especially given how long they'd known each other for. "Almost. One of you look in the closet for a little black jewelry box? I thought I looked there but maybe it got shoved back on the shelf..." she might as well get their help while she puzzled over Dilan?

"Dilan, Braig." Aya greeted back, finish with her shoes and testing the fit by wiggling her leg. "Mostly? I seem to have a dawdling sister..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"No problem." Dilan says as he moves easily aside and looks for the box, coming out with it eventually and handing it over with a simplicity that makes it seem perfectly ordinary. No flourishes, no teasing. They're not there yet.

Braig takes up position where he won't accidentally bump either woman. "No problem, we have plenty of time before supper."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Thanks" Maya grinned and took the box, careful to not touch his fingers. They weren't there yet. "Let me guess, it was behind those journals Aya crammed in there?" Ah, there were her earrings. It was her turn to wear jewelry for those who couldn't tell them apart.

"Well then, have seat?" Aya offered from her section of the small couch in her office. "Maya still has to get her heels on too..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"They don't take that long, do they?" Dilan asks curiously, "They never have when I've worn them."

He settles out of the way next to Braig.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Oh ha ha." Maya shot her sister a look as she slipped the last earring in. "No, they don't. They're strapping but it doesn't take that long."

Aya grinned then glanced down at Dilan's feet "Um, I guess it depends on what kind if heels you were getting into?" she offered. "And...why?" The mental picture was hard to reconcile with the man sitting in her office. it really was.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan shrugs, "I was four eleven until I was fifteen and according to this idiot and our girlfriends? Cute. I'm comfortable in drag."

[mitochondriaaya]

Somehow that was even harder to picture than the heels. Really. Aya was just going to blink for a few minutes.

Maya, on the other hand, laughed. "Oh, cute, we know the hatred of that word. I bet you're damn hot in drag now. And I bet Braig would be adorable too."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Photographic evidence?" Braig offers, holding his wallet out for Aya, "I'm the tall one. And Maya, babe, I do not wear drag. Or heels."

Dilan mock whispers, "He falls over in heels. And I am."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya reached across Dilan to snag the picture, then studied it for a while. "It's...still really hard to believe. I know about the growth spurts? But I didn't imagine they were so drastic..." maybe, in a few years, so could go down to the southern continent to study medicine for a while. Her studies were seriously lacking!

"Awww" Maya sashayed from behind the desk to smile at Braig "Well, it was a hot idea. I'll just keep my imaginings to myself hmmm? Anyway, how do I look?" she was ready to go! And people made far better mirrors.