First of all, how dare you, my sister from another mister, say that to me, your brother from another mother.

Wait, you forgot the catchphrase:

Tch... 𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕥.

I'm disowning you.

I got a couple of things in mind.

[A very, very long list of things.]

Some of them require props.

Props that are in... my room~ ✨

[There it is.

Theeeere it is.

Sweet, sweet victory.

Sylvain curls a finger under her chin and tilts her smug, adorable face up.]

Now what, oh, what am I going to do with you...?

Bullshit. You'd never forget about me.

[GRABS HIM BY THE COLLAR SO HE CAN DIG THROUGH FELIX'S POCKETS.]

You don't like me. You 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 me.

Now gimme gimme gimme.

Oh, you think you're cute, huh?

Where are my souvenirs?

[Boy, does he look like shit. Never in his life has a woman given him this much trouble in the span of one afternoon. Who even knows how long they've been at it– half an hour? Maybe forty five m— THERE SHE IS!!!]

𝙔𝙤𝙪.

I was here first.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 I was born first. So.

Ohhh, I know that look~✨

Your desk??

Wow, I hadn't expected that.

Finally broke it, huh? ¬‿¬