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Sherry Blendy quickly scanned her brain for information regarding Gray Fullbuster’s family. Her close friend from University had offered her to stay at his house for a few weeks when her older brother was leaving for work when she had confessed she loathed being alone in their big house. She had already been introduced to his mother, Ur Milkovich, who was a famous literary professor and author. Intimidating, yes, but kind to Sherry so the younger woman did not mind.
She knew that her theater had an older (step) brother that was two years older than them, which would mean he was entering his fourth semester in University whereas she and Gray ended their first . Or he was going to be; Sherry didn't know the full details on Lyon Vastia despite knowing Gray for a good year now. He also had an older sister who was six years their senior so when she heard footsteps coming down from the stirs, the young woman straightened her posture, expecting it to be Ultear. Ultear despite her young age was a prominent business woman who undoubtedly had connections.
(Ooba, her grandmother, had taught Sherry that she had to build a network and dress to impress at nearly all times. Sherry took this advice to heart.)
Reapplying her lip gloss, the future actress had ensured she looked her best to the business woman, and approachable because that was the first step to being open and ready for opportunity: approachable. But never too eager. A habit she has had since childhood was biting her lip when nervous, and Sherry Blendy cursed herself for having that childish habit. She should be over it by now. Looking up as the person came in, her blue eyes widened at the figure that was anything but the young and beautiful woman on the magazines Sherry had seen.
“Gray you bastard, where did you put my-” his words were stopped as he looked at the stranger on his couch, his hand falling from his snowy white hair to his side. He was the very opposite of feminine, Sherry decided. Although she found herself a bit jealous of his bare thighs. He was almost completely naked with the exception of light blue boxers he wore.
On the right side of his chest was a tattoo to what looked like a mermaid of some kind in some shade of blue. “....guitar, um, who are you?”
As he regained the focus to speak, she finally willed herself to look away, finding her hands suddenly very interesting. “Sherry Blendy, I’m Gray’s friend….” her eyes left her hands then, looking up to meet with the bluest eyes she’s ever seen.
“Oh! I thought you were coming tomorrow...uhh...I’m Lyon. Gray’s older brother..but you probably figured that out.” He chuckled then, and his face was probably as red as her own.
“Hehe...yeah,” she swallowed and cursed Gray to the darkest and deepest pit of hell for not telling her how...attractive his brother is. And how muscular. What did he do again? Right, he was a baseball player. Good at it too, if she remembered correctly.
“I’ll uh,” he spoke again and looked behind him towards the stairs, his arm flailing a bit, “go get changed and you know, hopefully next time we see each other I will have clothes on.”
Despite her utter embarrassment, Sherry laughed. This seemed to clear some of the attention, as Lyon leaned on the archway from the living room entrance and the hallway, “I gotta say, I was surprised to see such a pretty girl befriending Gray. Usually he splutters like a fool, I guess University changed him a bit. That’s good, then. See ya later, Sherry.”
He left before she could admit she was surprised Gray’s brother could be so good looking.
Gray wondered when he finally came in with a bunch of snacks and drinks why his friend’s face was so red. She insisted it was the heat.