Canon: Remove if not applicable.The doorbell chimes at seven in the evening a normal Friday. Kouen sighs and puts down his book, pulling himself out of Mu's lap and depositing Morgiana there instead. When he comes to the door and opens it, he's surprised at who he finds. "Kourei?"
His younger sister stands with a hand on a hip and a determined look on her face. "Brother, I am devastated!" She sounds dramatic, but she doesn't look it. Kouen gives her a look full of doubt. "Oh yes, clearly."
She purses her lips, and raises an eyebrow at his doubt. "Kouen-nii-sama, my boyfriend dumped me, can I stay with you?" He sighs, knowing that it wasn't a question; it was a demand. "...in your old room." Kourei was clearly not pleased with this. "With Asha?"
Kouen nods. "And Narda." This made Kourei even more displeased. "But she's a baby."
"She's three."
"That's a baby."
"No," Kouen says, "That's a toddler. You know where the room is, I'll get you a mattress." He was given a look full of disbelief. "No bed?" Kourei pulls in her bags as Kouen turns to head up the stairs. "Judal uses that bed." A gasp. "Why?"
"You moved out of here and in with your boyfriend." Kouen wondered why younger siblings could be such a hassle, when Kourei mopes. "Not any more." Kouen opens the linen closet and piles sheets in his arms. "And it's not your bed any more." He knocks on Asha's door, preparing for loud protests. Asha has gotten used to living with the little girl, she would not like sharing with Kourei again.
He was right. Asha was hard to convince, but Kourei assured them all that she was going to move out as soon as she could. Which would mean "as soon as she got a boyfriend with a place of his own" because she was unlikely to move in with someone living with their parents.
Koumei scoots over in the couch when she motions for him to make room, and Koumei ends up uncomfortably squished against Rohroh. Kourei ruffles her little brother's hair, and he gives her a disgruntled look. "Going good in school, sis?" Koumei gives her another disgruntled look. "I'm a boy," he says, and pulls away when Kourei loops an arm around his shoulders. "Of course, bro, love you."
Mu watches from the living room door, and pulls Kouen close so they can talk in silence while watching how Asha bristle, Koumei fidgets uncomfortably, and Rohroh mutters curses. "She's forgotten which of your siblings are which, right?"
Kouen glances up at him, and shrugs. "I forget my sisters names, too." Mu leaned his cheek against Kouen's hair. "That's because you're an airhead." Kouen elbows Mu in the stomach. Or tries to, but Mu catches it. "Wow, thanks, that's helping."
"It's true." This time, Kouen's elbow hits. "En, dear, how long is she planning to stay? She's riling everyone up."
"Until she gets a boyfriend who can pay for her, or until she turns twenty. So eleven months tops." Mu gives him a concerned look.
"Honey, that's almost a year. Koumei will not last." He sends a pointed look toward the couch, where Koumei is climbing across Rohroh's lap as he tries to get away from Kourei, who had procured a dress for her younger brother to try on. Rohroh was not pleased, and shoved them both to the floor. It did not end well.
After Asha covered up Koumei's black eye the next morning - because poor Koumei had the rotten kind of luck where he got hit in the face way too easily - the kitchen is full of grumpy people. Kourei had been on the phone all night, so both Asha and Narda had to sleep in other bedrooms. Asha in Morgiana's room, and Narda between Mu and Kouen. When Asha went back in the room to get her make-up to prepare for school, she found Kourei in her bed, and was not pleased at the other teenager having soaked her sheets in perfume. Which ended up in a whole lot of them being exhausted.
Most of them don't even bother looking up when they hear her squeak, but Kouen does, and Koumei presses closer to the wall and tries to make himself look small. Not the hardest task when sitting beside Yaqut, since the boy is much taller than him. "What's wrong?" He spots her in the doorway, and sees the very furry of their two bunnies jump up to her. She stares at the little fur ball. "What is that!" She points.
"Fluffy," Kouen says, and she looks at him with raised eyebrows. "I can see that." Kouen looks back at her, a perfect imitation of her expression on his face. "Fluffy is its name." He sees the brown, less fluffy one bounce up to join them. "And that's Cinnamon."
"Kouen-nii-sama, get them away," she says, fleeing into the kitchen. The rabbits bounce after her in curiosity. She pulls up a chair and squints down at the rabbits. "I don't want fur on my boots."
"Well," Mu mumbles into his coffee so low that only Kouen can hear, "this will be fun."