Disbelief was written all over Mikel's face as he sat in the chair at the sturdy desk. He had turned it around, resting his arms over the backrest. His eyes moved from the left bed to the right.
There's no way, he thought. They don't look alike at all.
Not that Ran was ugly, but compared to this little sister right here, there was clearly a gap.
"The two of you are… siblings?" he asked, and somehow, when he asked that, he looked at Ran with doubt.
Ran offered an awkward smile, though he couldn't help but feel slightly insulted. Why did Mikel make it sound like there was no way Ran could have a little sister?
"Yes, we are~!" Zira beamed, only for Ran to cut in.
"Cousins," he corrected.
Zira pouted. "It's the same thing, Big Brother Ran. Our blood shares the same origin."
"Zira, what are you…" Ran trailed off and pinched the bridge of his nose, still exhausted and sleepy. "What are you doing here? And why were you sleeping here?"
