"Zannie~ I almost fell." Ain was very was dramatically whined, holding for dear life his aching chest.
One of Zannie's eyebrows rose. "Are you tired?"
"Maybe." Ain shrugged nonchalantly, spreading his arms like a child asking for a hug. Zannie paused for a moment and finally sighed a little kindly towards Ain, even though he was indeed an annoying little kid.
Zannie approached Ain, grabbed his large body, and brought him into a tight embrace, helping Ain support his body so can stand up straight. "How old are you?"
"21 years old, big sister."
Zannie grinned leading the way, in the process carrying the witch to the bathroom, Ain's hand perched sweetly on Zannie's shoulder.
"I'm 6 years older than you. From now on don't use pet calls but call me big sister."
"Yes, my lord big sister." Ain played with a tongue in his mouth.
