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Jicima was on thier stomach on the rug in the living room floor. They had a few dolls in their hands and was acting out a scene. "How could you eat the last cookie!" The Fey doll pushed against the Demon. "I'll make more!" Jic gave them two separate voices. They were easily her two favorite dolls, while the colors weren't right they reminded them of her parent's. They were the same Races as her dolls. Jic never went anywhere without these dolls, and they never let anyone touch them. Not their sibling, not their parents, no one. Jic's ears perked up at the sound of dinner coming out of the oven. They wondered what mom was making for dinner. Getting up they waddled into the kitchen setting thier dolls on the kitchen table. Jic tried thier best to peek up on the stove.

Jic smiled at the food that was cooking dinner was going to be good. Turning around they picked up the dolls gingerly and tucked them up under their arm. Jic went up to their sister and peeked at the book they were reading. "Watcha reading?" They looked at the cover and raised an eyebrow. They thought their sibling was so weird. They liked to read, which to them seemed so boring and unfun. Why would anyone want to do that when they could play. "Don't you have some toys you could play with." Jic was kinda a jerk sometimes to their sibling, they just thought she was a little weird.

Jic huffed, "Reading is so boring, way more boring than playing by yourself. Don't you have an imagination." They rolled their eyes at their sibling. "Yeah I know you're my sister but you act so weird I try to pretend you aren't." Jic was a little mean when it came to their sibling, Jic has wanted to be an only child, or maybe have a sibling who was just like them, a twin even. Instead, they felt they were stuck with a whiny little girl.

Jic watched as their sister's tears began to well up in her eyes. Panic began to set in, Jic knew that it would be trouble if mom or dad were to find out they had told Caraway that they wished they weren't their sibling. He quickly hurried after them down the hall. "Don't cry! Please, mom will see! Don't tell on me, you tell on me and you're going to regret it." Jic looked down panicked and pushed one of his dolls toward her. The dolls that he never shared the ones he regarded as his parents. "Here take my mom doll. That will make you stop crying right?" He looked desperately toward her checking over his shoulder for his mother.

Jic looked down at the doll that he had offered his sister. When she refused to take it he welled up with anger he had never offered his doll to anyone before and her refusal to take it made him quite angry. Seeing her leaving with her backpack he yelled as the door was closing. "Don't bother coming back. We won't even notice you were gone!" To that he stormed off plopping down on his bed and pulling his two dolls close to his chest. Mom sure wasn't going to be happy when she found out. However, Jic was content.