I am not clumsy— see now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings brother; this makes us both in the wrong. [ She rubs at her neck at the mention of the kitchen, averting her gaze as she cleared her throat. ] How does the expression go? ‘What is yours is mine’? Oh wait— ‘What is mine is yours’ aye? Does sharing not go without saying between siblings?
Oh, me casa is definitely not your casa. [ He notices the mess, rolls his eyes and sighs ] We can go on and on arguing about this… just forget it. [ He waves nonchalantly, moves pass her to reach his mug ] I see you have your hair braided nicely today. How long did you spent on making yourself presentable today? Half a day?
Duly noted. Though I was under the assumption that any other way would send you running for cover. You are like a skittish animal that bolts whenever I come around— at least that has been my experience as of late.
Bah! I am not scared of you. Take that assumption out of your little head. I am scared for my priced antiques collections since you are famous to break everything in your clumsy path.
Did you made yourself comfortable in my kitchen? I don’t remember giving you the privilege for that just yet, Sister.
[text; Louis]: Why would I remind you of your own b-day?
[text; Louis]: It’s not about birthdays!
[text; Louis]: Guess again.
[text; Marie]: Anniversary of your first kill from your first war campaign?
[text; Marie]: How would I know? You ladies have more anniversaries that we men do!
[text; Louis]: You’v forgotten something.
[text; Louis]: Something important.
[text; Marie]: Nope. It’s not my birthday.
Is that any way to treat your kin?
If you wake up for a cup of tea and have someone made who once has a pair of balls between their legs replaced by a woman, made themselves awfully comfortable in your own place, you will freak out too.