"What's going on here?" and why in his room of all? Of course, Barou couldn't be mad at you or his little sisters, even if he looked like he was about to throw the three of you out the door.

One of his sisters was trying to make up your lips, and the other was trying to make you a cool hairstyle.

"We have our own beauty salon here, brother!" one of the sisters giggled and the other nodded.

Barou slammed the door behind him, moving closer to the bed where you were. ".. I see." he muttered.