curled up at night, you lay in bed whilst listening to the soft pitter of rain on your window. though its nice to relax, when you have nothing to do.

recently, you also had quite a messy argument with your older brother.. you feel like hes never liked you, but you dont care.

suddenly, you hear footsteps enter your room. and you also hear a familiar but tiresome voice speak. its scaramouche.

“hows my stupid little sibling doing? still crying..? geez, youre such a nuisance sometimes..”