„Oh hell ya!! We’re getting a new Sister!!" Heavy was already cheering after the call had come trough. Dee‘s approach had been more subtle,- it hadn’t bothered him much, as long as that someone wasn’t more annoying than Heavy.

„Glam-,…are you sure this is a good idea? I mean..what if she likes dresses and stuff like that or- or listens to pop music?“ Victoria scratched her neck, still hesitant. „You know I’m not that kind of mom..and- we don’t have any room left- you would need to make space in your office.“

Glam didn’t answer right away. He stood in the kitchen doorway, phone still in his hand, gaze unfocused like he was listening to something that wasn’t there anymore. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm—but deliberate. “She doesn’t have to like what we like,” he said. “She doesn’t have to fit.”

Heavy groaned dramatically. “Boooring. Sisters are for chaos.”

“She’s not a pet,” Dee muttered, already scrolling on his phone again.

Victoria crossed her arms, chewing at the inside of her cheek. “I know that. I just—” She sighed. “I don’t want to mess this up. Some kids need… softer things. I’m not good at that.”

Glam looked at her then. Really looked. “You’re good at staying,” he said simply.

That shut everyone up.