"Lushuu! Your brother is here!"
Luceethe peered into the senior high schooler's room, and before he could even excuse himself to call his brother, the seniors recognized him and immediately called for his brother, who was sleeping in the corner of the room.
Luushu frowned as he reluctantly got up from leaning his head against the table. He squinted his eyes and yawned before walking out of the room like a zombie to face Luceethe in the hallway.
"Mom stopped sending us allowance. It's already been two months. I don't have money." Lushuu said as if he already knew why Luceethe came to meet him.
"R-really? Maybe you have left there? Let's call home."
"Ceet, are you homesick again? You're too old to act like a mama's boy."
"It's not it! A new student said that our house was destroyed and our siblings died."
"What nonsense! You're letting new students bully you? Let me talk to that brat!"
