playing on the fire escape
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Her brother was such a pain in the ass. Even as the time was passing and bringing with it their growth, it didn't seem to be doing much to help Aster grow up. He was still the biggest pushover that she knew, apparently unable to defend himself when the little wench decided to go on the attack. At least the boy Angelus, who she was unfortunately related to, was able to throw out something close to an insult in defense of himself. Aster didn't even do that. He just sat there and took whatever his younger sister decided to dish at him and at times, it would get beyond boring to bother and pick on her elder brother. He didn't even get mad at her when she called her names, which only served to infuriate her, which is why the girl had begun to pick and choose the times that she decided to pester him. She didn't want to always work herself into a mood because her fat brother was no fun.
There was nothing on the agenda that day and the little princess was trying to enjoy her time to herself, napping in the den alongside her brother, which was really the only time she could stand to be around him. He wasn't sitting around just being fat or pestering her to go out and join him on pointless adventures as he liked to call them. Today it seemed like she was going to be dragged into the latter. Everything was just fine, the girl sleeping away peacefully, immersed in her dreams, when suddenly she felt herself moving across the floor of the den without having moved a muscle, Aster's familiar voice calling out to her to wake up. Irritation would flood her system as her fiery eyes snapped open, a snarl twisting her features as she jumped up. Can't you see that I was sleeping?! She would growl at him, ears flattening against her skull. Was he stupid or something?!
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