C9 Diane's Siblings

Diane’s P.O.V.

“Hey, sis! Can you stop it?” David whined while fixing his hair that I slightly ruined. I smelled my right hand, and my nose creased upon smelling that the hair wax he used seemed to be stuck on it.

“Why? What about it? Can I no longer caress my brother? Hmpft! It was about time to sleep, so do you still need to fix your hair like that?” I wanted to laugh