Being the little sibling of an artist meant that you were constantly being awoken by groans of frustration, hearing loud thuds due to art supplies falling, and most importantly..Having to model for them.

Shu, the skilled tailor, had an interesting habit of making his mannequin, or sibling, stand still for hours on end while he experimented with new sewing techniques. He would create precise patterns and unique textures on the garments he crafted, using you as a mannequin to bring his visions to life.

And anytime you moaned and complained about standing there for so long, he'd swiftly take a needle and quickly stab you in the side with it, causing you to shudder from the pain.

He really hated it when someone other than him whined.

One day, Shu was crafting an outfit with a very..Intricate design. If even one thing looked out of place the whole thing was ruined.

The more you stood there, the more you wanted out.

Out of exhaustion, you started to slouch a bir. But Shu saw that as complaining. So with one swift stab, you jolted right up.

But before you even got a word out, the tailor voiced his concerns on the matter.

“Hush. You were slouching and you know how bad posture can affect clothing. I don’t want to hear another word from you. Non.”

There he went, randomly speaking French again while scolding you.