#suicvne

[wiickds]

     there’s nothing much about it. the dynamic. the routine. pre-established hierarchy between them. yena has made sure of it since young, has gotten out of her way to condition the boy since young. like a dog. or, in siku’s case, a cute pomeranian. loud, god, he does yip. but at the end of the day? tamed. this yena knows fully well with the way her arm slides around him, hanging off his left shoulder absently. “siku.” she greets cheerily, datives edged with hints of malice. “how lucky am i to bump into you here?” oh, very. “here,” yena lifts a dainty hand, showcasing the bags hanging off her fingers. “you’re a man, aren’t you?” aptly patronizing in tone, her “sweet” smile widens. “can you carry these for me?” / @suicvne

[coloursvm]

          “ i can’t believe we’re lost ! ” the temptation to yank her hair out grows as every second passes. the streets of republic city are painfully unfamiliar, and miki isn’t great at navigating to begin with. she should’ve known her brother is worse. maybe she should yank his hair out instead. “ this is the last time i’m letting you lead the way. ” she grumbles, whipping out her phone to pull up the map again. she stops in her tracks, turning around to face her brother with the most unamused expression she can muster. “ care to tell me how we’re a kilometre away from the noodlery ? ” all this for some seaweed noodles. so maybe she's feeling a little homesick. sue her.

@suicvne !