"Well, nothing much for the moment. My brother is taking care of almost everything, so there isn't much we need to concern ourselves with. However, he suggested all of you filled these papers out to make your home livable and job doable before you arrive." He slid the papers towards us once he was done talking. I picked up one of the offered pencils. Wooden. Inefficient.
Name: Cloud Saffron Istorí
Hobbies: Hair dye, YouTube, Photopgraphy, Drawing, Gaming, Languages, History, Culture
Favorite Colors: Blue Purple Yellow Indigo, Gold
Height: 5 foot 8 and 1/4 inches
Weight: 142 lbs
Shirt Size: Adult Medium
Pants Size: (literally no two pants fit the same i have no idea)
Any specific thing you'd like to see in your new home?: Library, Photography Studio?
Any preferences on your hero name?: Something simple, in touch with my ancestral language (Greek)?
Any style you'd like for your hero outfit?: Hides my face, sky-theme?, gender-neutral
Is there any theme you'd like to see in your room?: Something functional, with a large bathroom - I dye my hair a lot, so I would need mirrors placed so that I can see the back of my head.
Any other notes?: Soundproof walls? I need to videocall my family often, it might be late at night, I don't want to annoy/wake up Bliez with the noise.
I set my pencil down on top of the form, passing it over to the doctor. George starts tapping a fork against his tray and I send him an annoyed look while finishing my bagel.
"Could you please stop that?" Bleiz speaks up. If it's annoying me, it must annoy him 10 times more...
"Why?" George responded.
"It's loud." Bleiz was to the point.
"Fiinnee..." George whined, and I scowl. What a brat.
"Your parents should be here to pick you up about now." I snicker as George runs into the wall after making a loud exclamation.
"Are you okay?" Dr. Fouley asks.
"Yeah... I'm fine... Why wouldn't I be?" He appears to shake it off.
"Maybe you should try and walk slow." He suggests, then pushes open the door. George mumbles something and I jog over to the door, easily spotting Mom and Momma.
"Mom! Momma!" I yelp, dashing over to them and hugging them.
"Cloud! Oh, you look so good! It didn't even scar!" Momma breathes a sigh of relief as she inspects me before hugging me again.
"Jiĕjie!" Jackson yelps, the twelve-year-old latching onto her. (if one couldn't tell, he says older sister. in chinese)
"Hey, Dìdi!" I respond, running a hand through his hair. (she greets back, with younger brother. also chinese.)
"You scared us - Lilac! You scared Lilac!" His voice is muffled as he buries his face in my arm.
"It's okay to be scared Jackson. But I'm okay now! Good as new!"
"Cloud!" I hear before a small ten-year-old girl latches her arms around my neck, I knew her gymnastics lessons would be used against me one day, as Lilac leaps up and hugs me from behind. I splutter and manage to catch myself before falling, beginning to laugh.
"You two are ridiculous."
"Looks like Cloud is the filling of a sibling sandwich." Mom chuckles, as Jackson has also latched onto me. I stand upright, leaving both of my siblings dangling in the air, and they quickly wrap their legs around me.
"Shall we go, madams?" I speak to my mothers, still laughing. Jackson climbs off and runs in front of us, and I adjust Lilac on my back, giving her a piggyback ride to the car.
(SUCH WHOLESOME PURE SIBLING INTERACTIONS THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE)
"Well, nothing much for the moment. My brother is taking care of almost everything, so there isn't much we need to concern ourselves with. However, he suggested all of you filled these papers out to make your home livable and job doable before you arrive." He slid the papers towards us once he was done talking. I pick up one of the pencils and start chipping away at the yellow covering while I look over the sheet of paper.
Name: Moon Hyun Joo
Hobbies: Dance, Singing, YouTube, Cooking, Reactions, Reading, Korean, Culture, Memes K-Pop Internet
Favorite Colors: Pastels
Height: 5 foot 3/4 inches
Weight: 120 lbs
Shirt Size: Adult Small
Pants Size: (man i dunno)
Any specific thing you'd like to see in your new home?: Dance Studio, Recording Studio, Music Making Equipment??, Cultural Library, Recipe Books, Recording Equipment & Studio (Videos)
Any preferences on your hero name?: Something related to dancing maybe?
Any style you'd like for your hero outfit?: Warm colors, one-way-glass eye pieces, not to fancy, easy to move in, soft, not rubbery (rubbery stuff makes me want to rip my skin off)
Is there any theme you'd like to see in your room?: Korean cultural themed! I want a piece of home... Also heated floors? Also stuff for my pets?
Any other notes?: I have a service dog (Shiba Inu, female) who was at the vet during the fire, and I have a cat (Korean Bobtail, female) given to me by my friend in Korea. I'd like to take them with me? Also I run a YouTube channel (TheLostInspiration) that I'd like to keep up.
I realize I have picked off all the yellow covering on the pencil, mumbling a quiet apology as I pass the paper back over. I look up as Claudia rises from beside me, realizing the doors have opened and I have spaced out. I nearly trip as I walk over to the doors, spotting my parents easily. I hear the clattering of nails on the floor before one sesame Shiba Inu leapt up at me, startling me into falling backwards.
"Yah! America, I thought we broke you of that habit!" I chuckle at the dog, nuzzling her and running my hands through her fur. My mother appears in front of me, picking the leash back up.
"She got so excited when those doors opened, she yanked the leash right out of my hands." Eomma explains, as Appa trudged over.
"You should get back home. Incheon has been insane." He grumbles, and I hug him and Eomma before grabbing America's leash, who trots obediently by my side.