Piers grumbled as you pulled his hair back into the ponytails he always wore— trying to put on his eyeshadow.

“ Do you mind? I’m not 12 anymore y’know. “

You flicked his forehead at this request— he was your little brother. You could take care of him when and where you pleased-! Your precious little Pep-Pep.

Y- “ I’ll do whatever I bloody please, thank you! “

You scoffed, pinching his pasty pale cheeks which made him blush.

“ Mmmrghh- “

He grumbled, looking at you with side eye.