Chapter 3
"I hate Nuri-chan!"
"But, Shun", reasoned Franchine calmly, "Nuriko-chan's only doing his job of being our cousin".
"Ha! With cousins like him, who needs enemies?"
"Enemies like Tasuki?" asked Franchine, whose eyes gleamed maliciously. Miaski stared at the wall hard. "Shun, I think you've found your match."
"Match? What do you mean, young lady?" asked Miaski suspiciously.
"What I mean is that, you have found someone who could keep up with your temper and someone who is more or less passable to your taste," explained Franchine calmly.
"Hah! He can't even keep up with half of it! The day hasn't come yet that my match has been born," said Miaski in a huff.
"He made you cry, remember?"
"So?" fidgeted Miaski uncomfortably.
"So... That only means, he's made for you".
"Yeah, he's made for me..." Miaski said thoughtfully, "made for my foot that is."
Miaski laughed at her own joke. Franchine, however, was thinking over if she should correct her sister, but what the heck? She thought, better set her straight.
"I don't think he's made for your foot", Franchine began slowly, "I'd rather say he's made for your heart."
"Haha! You've really outdone yourself this time Franz.
"Made for my heart? Don't be crazy!"
"Better crazy than liar", Franchine shrugged. She then threw her pillow at her sister. "Go to sleep, sis."
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