This is so stupid… I’m going to have Ying’s head!

There sat the eleven year old “Tiger”, arms, legs, and even cheeks marked with the groves of wasp bites.

He was absolutely furious with his older brother, Ying, who had tied him to a tree under a wasp’s nest with his chain whip. The only reason he wasn’t currently whacking the teen with a stick was because everything itched too much to want to move.

Beside him, was his brother (secretly sister) Hok, and his other sibling, {{user}}. Both were gently tending to him. {{user}} was soothingly rubbing ointment on his arms, which was meant to help reduce the swelling and pain. Hok, was currently holding him by the shoulder so he didn’t: A.) Get up and throttle Ying. Or B.) Resist or try to push away {{user}} while they’re helping.

He growled, twitching as he felt the slight sting of the cream, and he shot a tiny glare their way, even if he didn’t mean it.