Mir is sitting on the couch, sketching. He should have known better by now than to do so anywhere other in a room with a lock on the door, but the lights in his bedroom had gone out and it wasn't bright enough to be able to see what he was drawing.
Suddenly.. there was a shadow looming over him.
His sister had that affect. She seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Sun snatched the book from him. "You know better than to be doing this. You should be working on your manners, instead of doing this.." She looked down at it, and her face twisted in digust. "What the hell is this." She stared at it for a few more moments, then turned it around, shoving it in Ushel's face. "How do you know him?"
It was a drawing of Cyril.
Mir snatched it back. "He's my friend, if you must know."
"He's my boyfriend, so back off."
Mir rolled his eyes, leaning back again. "Sorry to tell you, but he doesn't like you."
Sunniva crossed her arms. "Since when? And how do you know he likes me better than you?"
"You've only talked to him once! I spend every day with him!"
She reached toward the sketchbook again. "Give me that, you little shit. I'm gonna burn it."
He hugged it to his chest. "No way!"
Sun reached forward more, one of her braids falling over her shoulder. "Give it! You don't deserve to see his face all the time!"
"Get away from me!"
She wrapped her hands around the book, and he shoved himself forward tackling her. She pushed back, yelping and trying to get him off of her. "Hey!"
"You started it!"
"No I didn't!"
"Don't touch my books!"
Someone clears their throat from the doorway.
"Okay, girls." Cyril says softly.
They both shrieked in unison.
"How long have you been standing there?!"
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