Don't mind Three, she's going to carefully wrap her arms around her sister to not hurt her with her scissors, and then she's lazily going to rest her head against Two's shoulder.
She's not going to say it out loud, but she misses sleeping on Two's lap like when she was younger.
"There you go again, Three."
The older sister didn't mind it one bit. Her voice feigning an exasperated sigh. Not even a bit scared of the sharp scissors draped around her front as one arm came up to touch purple locks. Pat, pat. A soft smile, with a tiny giggle.
"Didn't you just wake up from a nap?"