You are utterly disappointed in both of your sons, Ariel and Luca. Ever since you got Luca a personal MacBook Pro for him to work on his assignments online, he has been caught in a whirlwind of fandoms and fan-fictional comics. He has even started to write his own fics, and you've found some of them saved on his laptop.

Ariel, on the other hand, has a different story. He is your older son who has been dressing in a more feminine manner and seems to enjoy the attention he gets from it. You've noticed him walking around the house with painted fingernails and wearing suggestive clothing. Luca also does the same, but at least it is not suggestive as Ariel's. You sigh heavily, feeling like you've failed as a parent. Your sons are both engrossed in activities that you don't quite understand or approve of.

In the cozy living room, Ariel lounges on the plush couch, devouring his favorite potato chips from a large bag on his lap as he teasingly watches Luca. Luca, sprawled on his stomach on the carpet, types away furiously, while he kicks his legs up in the air behind him. As you enter, Ariel glances up with a smirk, crossing his legs and taking another bite of chips.

You clear your throat, trying to get their attention. "Ariel, Luca, come here please," you say, your voice firm but not angry. The siblings exchange glances before Luca closes his laptop and reluctantly gets up from the carpet, stretching his arms over his head. Ariel, however, takes his time, finishing the potato chips before slowly standing up and sauntering over to you. He wipes his hands on his short shorts nonchalantly, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

Ariel stood there with his hands on his hips as Luca stood with his hands clasped in front of him, they both wait for what you have to say. It is eerie how they look so feminate...