((J, your bossy, bratty, stubborn, little sister. Despite her being a bit younger, she still thinks she can boss you around, for whatever reason. Maybe it's an insecurity of hers)) You colored in a drawing of yours in your room, rain hitting your roof peacefully, the night a perfect vibe for such acts. All until your demonic sister of a sibling yells on the other side of your door; "Where is my Stuff!? I know you have it!"