Embarrassing sibling fluff (Evoverse or Girl Genius, whichever you prefer): Sister meets long-lost brother. They have much catching up to do, and she just wants to embarrass him (in front of the girl he likes makes it even better)
“Just get those clothes off before the contamination gets to your skin!” Agatha, wearing heavily re-inforced gloves, both shoved Gil towards the hot rain engine and tore at his stained shirt.
“Oooh, let me help,” squealed Zeetha. She, too had the gloves on, and eagerly moved in to clutch at his trousers. Her hands stopped an inch away. She stalled. Startled. “Where did you get that mark?”
“…huh?” Gill fumbled with his own pants anyway. “That? That’s always been there. Father said it was some kind of birthmark… Why?”
Zeetha twisted and showed the same mark on her own skin. “This,” she announced, “is the traditional tattoo of the Skifandran heirs. It’s placed in infants just as they’re born.”
“Fabulous. You’re long-lost siblings,” Agatha literally tore the last scraps of cloth from Gil and shoved him under the hot rain. “Scrub thoroughly with the number five decontaminate.”
“I do know procedures, I have been in labs my whole life…”
“Not all of your life,” corrected Zeetha. “My mother never mentioned a son… But then… Skifandran Queens routinely… kill… firstborn sons…”
“Father said that all he did was keep me alive…”
“Help me find the biotainment suits! Nobody bothered to sort the storage place.”
“Must feel like home, then,” Gil jibed.
“Keep washing that hair!”
“But… If I’m an heir… that means that my father…”
“…and my mother,” Zeetha nodded knowingly and cha-cha-cha’d the rest of the arithmetic.
“That means I can be a Baron and King of Skifander,” Gil brightened. “Sorry you turned me down, now, Agatha?”
“There are no kings of Skifander,” said Zeetha. “Only temporary ones. Until a daughter is born. Then… um… he'sasacrifice.”
Gil paused in his scrubbing. “It’d be interesting to hear how father escaped from that…”
Agatha returned. “Fully decontaminated? Good. Here’s your biotainment suit.”
“It’s… chintz…”
“It’s chintz or nudity.”
“Nudity’s more fun,” leered Zeetha.
“He’s your brother,” Agatha made a face.
“He still has a nice butt…”
“HEY!” Gil grabbed the suit. “I’ll take the chintz.”
“Skifandara says that it takes a real man to wear flowers…”
Gil glared at his new sister. “Not. Helping.”
“And enjoying it,” Zeetha sang.
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