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- >be Salai
- >bratty little sister wouldn't get off your ass about playing outside
- "Fine!" You yelled, cracked like an egg
- >your mother approved of the situation
- >what a bitch
- >your dad understood though
- >a hypothetical heir to a hypothetical throne should always act regal
- >this was common as fuck
- >you're in your birthday suit, trying to catch some form of a tan
- >curse Mother's Irish roots
- >after sufficiently pissing yourself off, you look over at little Annie
- >she's idly shooting a ball into a hoop, joylessly
- >you get up and stroll over, stretching and yawning in the process
- >as you near, you see Annie freeze
- >she's staring at your hips, trying to avoid your bits and her own embarassment
- >"Y-yes, Salai?"
- >you could see her shaking silently
- >what a bitch.
- "Listen Annie, you look really bored."
- >she looked up at you, expecting more
- >you merely crossed your arms
- >"...Is that it?"
- >she was still quite red, but now with fury
- >is she dense?
- "What game do you wanna play?!"
- >your sister jumped backwards
- >"I-I don't know any!"
- "...Wat?"
- >Annie deflated, burying her head in her palms
- >"I don't know any games, Salai."
- >"A-and please put some clothes on."
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