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oblivious to the gravity enshrouding both adults, chireille focused her sights on her brother. 

bumbling into him with the same enviable grace as a zamboni performing ballet routines, chireille’s clambering atop him halted as an ear piercing shriek loosened from the pile of flesh beneath her feet. 

the hell was that? she froze mid-epic clamber, tilting her head to one side then the next, ears flopping as his face leered into his. 

two could play that game. chireille had yet to be indoctrinated into the righteous misandry of her mother’s culture, but she wasn’t about to be outmatched. taking in a large gulp of air, chireille lent her own voice to the caterwauling at a volume she believe bested her brother’s.