When had his sister come to the point of yelling at him? It hurt. Didn’t she know a bit of genetics, on the good amounts of problems that could come from breeding two genetically close people? No, the problems were much above this. He didn’t want to let her go, ever.

“Fine, then I’m not your brother anymore.” He sounded pissed, though it was much more sadness. He wouldn’t look at her either, putting his headphones out and staring at the opposite direction. Perhaps he should lock himself up in his room and don’t leave it, like ever. She wouldn’t care. She just cared about Ciel.

“No, I don’t feel like playing ,nevermore Ask him to teach you if it’s he who you like so much.”