I may see you

*Ivy*

It was getting so frickin’ hot out. Ivy wasn’t impressed, and he wasn’t amused. He was getting cranky. Wildly cranky. Picking fights? He could never… he could always. Ivy would pick at whichever sibling was closest, easiest to reach, easiest to swat at and goad into playing and fighting. Vocal without saying anything, the young boy grumbled to himself.

Ulmaria would be a fine enough target. Ivy would go instigating and see if he could get a rise out of his sister. Of all the things he could do, it seemed like maybe the best use of his time, at least until he found Lotus or got bored— whichever came first.

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