Vivian sighed, annoyed that she had to yet again, carry her drunk sister, Xister, back home. The magician walked down the street, popping a gumball into her mouth. Xister was slumped onto her shoulder, getting dragged along.

Xister: I miss Fen… Can’t we go faster?

She mumbled out, occasionally hiccuping, which was usually followed by a fit of giggles. Vivian groaned, starting to get a bit fed up with Xister. She responded, a bit harsher than she intended to sound.

Vivian: Well maybe if you got up and used your legs, we’d be home by now..

She put a hand to her temple, shaking her head slightly as she continued to drag her sister along the pavement. Of course, Xister didn’t listen to a word she said and just stuck her tongue out at her. Even despite how cold Vivian usually was to her, she still wanted to get her some help for her multiple unhealthy addictions.