Nine stumbled into Six's room. Still dazed from the eventful experience of living through Five's life.
Six watched the younger girl take a seat on the floor and chuckles as she quickly got back up to perform a respectful bow,
" Junior Nine greets Sixth sister!"
The designer smiled, pleased to be greeted in such a respectful manner.
" So it's finally my turn?"
Nine stood from her bow and sat on the bed after a quick look for permission from Six.
" So what? I just have to touch you?....That sounds quite odd doesn't it?"
Nine chuckled at the less than appropriate humor but nodded all the same.
" We have to share physical contact for the-"
She was cut off by Six's forehead slamming into her own.
Six had been born into an upper middle class family and had a politician as a mother and a Teacher as a father. Nine lived through Six being forced to study until her nose began to bleed in order to become a lawyer, her mother's old dream.
She lived through packing her things in the middle of the night and running away to attend a rather prestigious university that was famous for its fashion design department.
She lived through graduating first of her class and fielding offers to be included within an already existing brand, much preferring to make one on her own.
Nine lived through the frustration of the oppression of those same brands she had rejected and lived through the hysteric joy of finally landing her own show.
She lived through the difficulty of finding the materials, the venue and finally the annoyance at the models until a sharp object, probably a heel landed in the back of her head.
Nine awoke with a scowl that was met with a mirthful laugh from Six.
" it's alright . I don't need any revenge taken around that bimbo. All I want is to have some input in your dressing in the future. deal?"
Nine took the offered hand and shook it.
" Deal."