( ` Her hand automatically reaches for his dark hair, height increasing once she stands on her toes to mimic his stature. It seems as if she'll place a pat on his head and nothing more, but all she manages is to make an unruly mess out of the once perfect locks with an impish grin tugging at her lips. ) Little brother, you might want to fix your hair.
{ ` the boy stares at his older sister as she reaches up to where his head is. thinking that all she wanted was to simply pat his head because obviously, he’s a wonderful brother, he lowered his head just slightly in order help her out. feeling her hand on his head, a grin was about to break out until she ruffled his hair— making his hair all tangled. staring at his sister, he straightened himself and frowned; } Tae noona… I suggest you fix it for me, or I’ll… tickle you.
