Sibling Rivalries

	“Look, all I’m saying is that there’s only so much you can do without making yourself look like a Necromancer.” With that, a rather haughty-looking canine leans back in her chair, the haft of a rather large-looking warhammer splayed across her lap - at the moment, the canine was cleaning things up from the recent “mess” that her sister had just gotten done trying to dismiss back to wherever it was that undead came from. The keyword being “trying” - the resulting bundles of bones and gunk had to be put down rather “forcefully” after everything looked like it wasn’t going to work.
	“I said I was sorry, Ruby! Look, you know what I do, you know what sort of stuff I end up doing - am I really the one at fault here?” With that, another canine leans back into a seat opposite the warhammer-wielding one, the nervousness on her face seeming palpable to anyone that could even look at her.
	“Ez, you’re the one that summoned them.”
	“Well, yeah, and I tried to get rid of them!”
	“Tried.” At the sound of that, the nervous-looking canine puffs out her cheeks before crossing her arms.
	“Yeah, and I would have done it if you didn’t butt your clunky head into everything I do, Ruby.” At the sound of that, the warhammer in the canine’s lap slumps to the ground with a cacophonous “WHUMP” noise, causing the impact to reverberate throughout the entire room and causing the nervous-looking canine to jump a bit in her seat. “U-Uh-”
	“If you wanna act like an ass, I’ll treat you like an ass, Esmerelda. Gods, do you know what would have happened if these… these things got out onto the street?” With that, the canine holding the warhammer jabs a finger toward the middle of the room, where a large mess of bones and flesh was currently soaking its way into the rug underneath it.
	“I mean… I guess I would know-” As the nervous-looking canine speaks, though, the door on the opposite side of the room opens wide before another pair of canines slink their way through - one wearing a blue dress and another wearing a nervous expression and holding a rather large-looking crossbow in their hands. “And here we go.”
	“What was that noise? If there’s another- GOOD GODS, WHAT IS THAT?!” With that, the canine in the blue dress has her eyes widen at the sight of the mess of flesh and blood in the middle of the room - a moment later, she turns her head toward the nervous-looking canine sitting in her chair. “Esmerelda, did you really-”
	“Okay, okay, enough, enough, we took care of it, we took care of it. Go get us the shovels from out back, will you?”
	“Ugh… disgusting…” And with that, the blue canine slinks her way out of the room, leaving the three of them in there without another word. Though, after a moment, the canine with the crossbow levels it toward the mass of flesh in the middle of the room, and pulls the trigger, causing a dense THUNK sound to echo throughout the room.”
	“I-... Thanks, Jasper… I guess.” At the sound of that, the crossbow-holding canine simply smiles for a moment or two before quickly making their way out - with that, the warhammer canine turns back to the nervous one in her seat. “...You’re cleaning this up, you know.”
	“I know, I KNOW!”