m o e ,
looking  up  from  her  breakfast  at  the  girl  at  the  other  end  of  the  table,  her  eyes  dull  and  bored.  she  didn’t  blame  the  girl  for  trying  to  make  conversation  —  the  did  live  in  the  same  house  after  all,  and  the  did  share  a  surname,  though  that  didn’t  make  them  friends,  and  it  definitely  didn’t  make  them  sisters.  moe  wasn’t  interested  in  either  relationship  —  friends  were  distractions  and  she  already  had  a  family,  she  wasn’t  looking  for  anymore.  "look,“  moe  started,  putting  her  spoon  back  in  her  bowl  and  lacing  her  fingers  together.  "you  don’t  have  to  try  and  fake  getting  along  with  me  for  the  sake  of  appearances  —  i’m  not  looking  for  a  sister,  or  a  friend.”  she  stated  bluntly.
well then. her once warm face instantly melted into a cold stare. was it really that serious to where this chick had to be an asshole for no reason? she fights the intense urge to roll her eyes and say the first thing that comes to her head. “cool. i don’t think i asked for a friend, i think i was just making a statement.”Â










