the voice of regalia

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                ‘ beeecaaause! i always hug you! ’

feeling somewhat accomplished with that; stepping a bit closer, grin seeming to widen. trying to hold in giggles from escaping as he called her a dork.

Embracing his sister slowly, Len nuzzled into her mop of golden locks. Avoiding the bow that had poked at his eye a mere seconds before, he squeezed the smaller female tightly, rubbing her back and keeping her in his hold for a few more seconds before letting go.

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                ‘ i want a hug! ’

"I don't see why you couldn't have just hugged me."

The male slowly shook his head. Len was never one to understand his sister's actions and her reasoning behind them. For the past 14 years, he just told himself to give into her shenanigans.

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                ‘ —leeen! ’

"... yes?"

raising a brow, the male stood awkwardly as his taller, yet younger sister advanced to take into her arms.

what was he to do?