Stavanger Bay where the watermelons grow

for lil sis  ♥ @Julep
ALSO forgive my weird writing, i'm still tryna get a grip on this guy lol

isengrim knew he was the eldest, and he didn't shy away from making it known. each step was a parade, and he flaunted his fortunate birth order wherever he could. however, he had a soft spot, as all little boys did; the equally small, pale girl that he would come to know as his rock. disregarding the smaller beings that lived alongside them (who he assumed were some insignificant, lower lifeforms that hovered somewhere between siblings and invaders?), he found himself closest to the girl anywhere he could.

he didn't get it yet, but what he felt was protective urge, and this would become his sole duty in life and one true purpose, to take care of his lil sis' and fend off boys wether she needed it or not. for now, however, he would continue to terrorise her in any way he could with his limited capabilities and follow up by licking her face. it was really the only form of apology he knew (or was willing to give).

"juuuuuuu?" he was yet to atone to her since their previous quarrel that morning, and he jabbed his nose at the rear of his sister; seeking and commanding her attention.