her brother drinks from the milk carton.

minisaga, #1

she squints as he lumbers to the milk. as lips press to it, she growls, “glass?

triumphant, condescending, he explains, “it means i’m drinking the rest.”

next day, after packing away the groceries, she apprehends him–

“no glass?”

she smirks. his eyes widen.

hours later, he is pale, still drinking.

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