until significance is achieved

"Paranoia is unbecoming," Mick's voice is a buzzing monotone against the already raucous sounds of rush hour traffic. I can barely catch the last word as we run the last steps across the street, my sandals flapping forlornly against the soles of my feet.

The traffic lights change from a dull red to a vibrant, mossy green as I catch my breath on the pavement, still half-dead from laughing three blocks straight, "And never disappointing," I can't help but add as he straightens his hair back into its ponytail, "You see where the attraction lies, right?"

The brilliant noon sun catches on the oily sheen of his forehead, a good foot above my own head, "Half the time, I don't get it at all, little sis." Suddenly, there is a hand on top of my head, ruffling my own frizzy mop into disorder, its very movements projecting mild irritation. "I'm thinking you really ought to either trust him, or start bringing someone else around on these goosechases." A familiar pursing of the lips, a habit he and I shared, tries to guilt me into submission.

Mum did the same thing for years, with scarcely any effect. I roll my eyes behind his sunglasses, half-heartedly punching him in the shoulder, "I'm just delivering his lunch." I wiggle my shoulders meaningfully, showing him the straps of my backpack and delighting in the hard rattle of plastic boxes against pencils and highlighters. "Any good girlfriend living this close to her beau's office would do the same." I flutter my lashes and attempt to channel 'gentle maiden', laughing a little as the movements of an aborted courtesy knock into a passerby.

My brother sighs and smiles weakly at the indignant businessman, "I'm so sorry sir, I swear we thought we beat her often enough." He nudges me forward with lazy elbow, and into the proper sidestreet. "If I hadn't been there for most of it, I'd swear you were raised by wolves."

"Huh." I hang onto his jacket sleeve, enjoying the feel of the corduroy against the inside of my arm, "I don't even want to try disagreeing." I stop abruptly, nearly bowling him into a garbage bin, "I think we're here."
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Huh. I have no idea where that came from. I've been itching to write something for days, and this comes out. XD Sibling drabblery without a reason.