“Happy Birthday, Ai-Chan!~ Do you want to see what Onee-Chan has for you?” Ꭺꮖꭲꮻ Ꮇꭺꭱꮖ.

Punches him in the gut 10 times.

"Do. Not. Give. Something. So. Vulgar. To. My. Baby. Brother." Each word she spoke was followed by a stomp on his abdomen. ...She's wearing high heels.

"Hmph. The school regulations must've grown slack, for mutts like you to be running around barking their heads off."

"If you are to give my brother a gift, make it one fit for a prince. If not, you'd best grovel instead."

Eye twitch. A dark shadow falls over her eyes, as her crimson hues glow ominously from the darkness. "Do you wish to experience the worst pain in your life?"

Sighs. "Quite."

". . ." She just stared at him. Menacingly.

"Oh, so they do teach you /some/ manners." Rolls her eyes.

"Somehow I doubt that."

“Mama!” Clings to Mrs. Chiemi Mari. ...Even though she’s 23 years old.

BRUSH YOUR TEETH

BAD BOY ONEE-CHAN WILL SPANK YOU WHEN YOU RETURN

She’s fallen asleep sitting by Roshan Fushazane’s bed, with her head resting upon her crossed arms which lay on the bed yet again; even though her room is right next to his.

“Mama!” Mrs. Chiemi Mari

Wraps her arms around Roshan Fushazane from behind slowly. Her cherry red lips pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear as she whispered in a soft tone to him. “I have something for you that money can’t buy~”