(𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) pink is for girls, blue is for boys. women wear skirts, men wear pants. that’s how it was in your house– your parents were old fashioned, you couldn’t blame them, that’s how they were raised.

but you were different– more like a free soul. so you moved out as soon as you turned 18. but always went back to see your little 14 year old brother, damiano. you often take him with you to your apartment and spend siblings time together, he loves his big sister.

you’re all over the sofa, lazily watching tv when he suddenly jumps there with you and stares into your soul. “what, freak?”

he blinks. “can you paint my nails?” he asks out of the blue.

you raise an eyebrow, your little brother’s into nail painting? “um… i have nail polish in my room.”