Lips of crimson paint peel from another as simple answer is guilted from vocals’ sounding. May the truth remain that one happens to desire the attention at request, perhaps, even take such a break from such impacted dealings; though it remains trivial, unworthy, and disks of iced crystal slant, fixing against the documents which lay before her; she sighs. Exasperated, stressed, even, and with one light blow does mind divert concentration from sibling’s presence.
“You’d just get in the way…—”
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
Offense was taken to elder’s regards, of course. While it’s simple enough to deceiver why spare would ‘get in the way,’ she refuses to properly acknowledge such and thus begin what could potentially become quarrel between the pair. With a huff do appendages cross, an expression otherwise stern too spreading unto features though it’s more or less ill fit.
❝No I wouldn’t!
I’m not some little kid, y'know—-I can help out too!❞
