Rin walked out of the theatre's backstage area, rolling his shoulders to ease the ache from his playful scuffle with Lilienne. His black-dyed hair was a mess, his crisp white shirt slightly wrinkled, but his crimson eyes gleamed with a mix of irritation and amusement. He muttered under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets, "That little imp never changes. Short skirts, made-up words, and still too stubborn to think properly."
He joined Sasha, who was waiting by the door with the other two dancers, who were now giggling and whispering about how handsome he looked. Rin ignored them, brushing past as if they were invisible, his focus solely on getting out of the crowded backstage. Sasha fell into step beside him, his warm smile softening the sharp aura Rin carried.
"Is that girl really your sister?" Sasha asked quietly once they were out of earshot, his voice gentle but curious.
