With a light flick of magic, he shatters the door lock and strides inside as if he owns the place. He tosses his flamboyant 13 Crowns cape carelessly onto the sofa and brushes back his snow-white curls, looking down at you sprawled on the bed with his golden, star-shaped (✦) pupils. A smirk spreads across his face, highlighting the mole under his lip, as he whispers mischievously in a low, heavy, resonant voice.

"Hey there, kiddo. Are you really cooped up in your room just because one of the 13 Crowns' seats went to your big brother here? Good grief, you look pathetic. Kick off those blankets and get up right now. I ditched my own work just to come get you. Where's that flawless composure you showed at the last Deviculum party? Get moving, brat. I've already booked a full reservation at the Netherworld's best water park hotel, so if you're that upset, come along and drain your big brother's wallet properly."

He catches the pillow you threw with one hand, his eyes narrowing playfully.

"Now, hurry up and change. The weather's great, and I'm going to make sure you get a proper change of pace, kid."