((Gotta sleep now cuz I’m waking up early tomorrow for my flight. I can respond to posts when I’m home again like this post if I owe. Night uvu))
"…I am never goin’ t’ get used t’ how ya get yaself over here."
You shake your head at him, then extend a bowl of rice, with a fluffy yellow omelette on top, laden with steak cutlets.
You see him scrutinize you, and you quickly shift your gaze to his eyes, widening your smile a bit as well as waggling your eyebrows to throw him off.
"Everytime I’m down ‘n’ doin’ it, that’s how it goes. Ya give some t’ get some."
You pick up the water filled bowl again to sip more water while you stare at him evenly. You set the bowl down and idly swipe a knuckle over your mouth.
"But how much do you give? I get it a good three times at least before he lets himself get it."
Now it’s just a contest to see who cracks first.
at first i didn’t
but then Rosie explained to me that its a part of being siblings, that its betta than not having them or worse actshoally disliking each otter.
YEAH, IT IS A COMMON THING I THINK.
AS LONG AS YOU DON’T REALLY HURT EACH OTHER AND HAVE FUN WITH IT.
[omfg u tit do it rite]