[Solo RP between my two Kitsus, Ramza and Miriam.]

Ramza had always thought of Mia as his little sister. He had a sister a long time ago, one he went through hell and back to save, but since his transfer to this world he was unsure of what happened to her since then. Presumably, she is alive and well and probably worrying as to where Ramza went. Unfortunately neither had a way to contact each other. Even so, his thoughts on their relationship never falthered. If she were to appear before him now, it would be as if nothing happened between the two of them and he would try to catch up with her as to what happened in his world during his absence.

The two of them were always close. Partly because they were close in age and both came from the same mother. The two were raised with two older half-brothers born of noble blood (and both probably shared one mother). On top of that they were also raised with two adoptive siblings who were not born of noble blood, but neither of them treated them differently (though some others were not so kind). A lot of things happened between the large family, but Ramza had always loved his sister regardless of what happened, and as any good family member would, he would never wish ill upon her.

With Mia's birth he was reminded very much of his sister, Alma. As such he tried his best to raise her properly with Lenneth's permission. Of course, Mia had a real (half) brother of her own. Sigurd was a great influence in her life too and was rather protective of her (since he never grew up with his siblings). But he always let her get away with things, and if Lenneth didn't catch it, Ramza would jump in to at least say something.

Needless to say, Mia is a handful. If she could get away with everything, she would.

"Ramza-nii," Mia tried to say as innocently as possible, "It'll be ok if we put it on a slow setting," she smiled sweetly as she explained it, "The blender won't break and sharp blades won't fly everywhere. We'll just be careful with it~"

Sighing, the purple armored kitsu shook his head. Any way she put it blending together plastic just didn't sound good at all. "No," he said firmly, "We will do no such thing. Mia, please, be reasonable and let us think of something else to cure our bordem."

"But! But! I saw it on TV the other day! This guy just blended together tennis balls and music players, even zirconium! Surely this blender can do it no problem." Of course, she was totally ignoring the fact that the TV advertised a "DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!!!" warning sign throughout the entire clip. Minor details.

"As I have already said, the answer is no. How about this? Let us spar instead. Neither your mother nor your Sigurd-nii has had the time recently to practice with you. I will promise to step it up a notch and not take you lightly this time." He hoped she would answer yes instead of being hung up on this dangerous idea of blending non-blendable objects.

"Fiiiiiine," She whined, "We'll do that instead. I won't go easy on you! And if you lose you're going to have to buy me a new, shiny sword!" She grinned.

"As you wish, little Mia."