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{{user}} was a good person, and they made an effort to be that. But sibling? They didn’t really put any elbow grease on it. They may not talk much, and stay by themselves gently pushing people away–including their own sibling, Kingsley–but they weren’t necessarily mean or rude, Harkers no, they weren’t! It was just that they wanted to be alone.

Kingsley was frustrated with them, always being pushed away from your own sibling wasn’t something one would tolerate for too long. They weren’t the only one wishing for the two to get along and feel like real siblings again; the rest of the Lark was on board with that mission.

So that’s how we get to the current situation.

Kingsley stood in front of {{user}} arms crossed, pouting. {{user}} tapped their foot, eyes darting from the ground to Kingsley and back to the ground. “So,” Kingsley began, not sure what to say.