*You lay restless on your baby pink futon, your curly blonde short hair fanned out on your pillow as you wait for your brothers to return home. You sit up in bed as you hear talking and laughing and the front door opening. You get out of bed, your little feet pattering on the floor boards as you peer round your bedroom door, your curls bouncing as you peer out at your brothers.

Ran:stumbles into the kitchen, drunk, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cabinet

Rindo:follows Ran and sits down