God damn, but Mei is useless.
"Haaaa, I'm tired, do I have to keep walking?"
Kouha finds his teeth setting on edge, something that rarely, if ever, happens with his big brother. Koumei's whining is sort of cute on occasion, but now, after hours of dragging the lazy thing through the dungeon, Kouha is starting to have second thoughts.
"Can't you carry me?"
"Not if you want me to cut apart the things trying to kill you!" Kouha finally snaps, and Koumei scowls, looking rather conflicted.
"Maybe I'll just die."
Kouha thinks, right then, he could cheerfully gut his brother.
By the time they reach the djinn in question—a thing probably as lazy as Mei is, judging by the ease of the dungeon as a whole—Kouha is done. He wants to go home, he wants to smack his brother a few times and make him lick up his own blood and snot from the ground, and—
"Who is it that will be king—"
"Just give it to him," Kouha flatly interrupts, pointing irritably in Koumei's direction. "So I never, ever have to drag him through one of these again."
Even the djinn looks skeptical. Isn't that just grand.