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"<span class="mu-g">Nah.</span>" Some primal part of you rejoices in her terror. No doubt she knew it might just come to this; but she still went ahead and did it. "<span class="mu-g">I think I prefer watching you trying to explain this one to Mom.</span>" - "You little-" For a second it appears as if she might get up and strike you, but by this point Mom is right behind you. "Explain <span class="mu-i">what</span> to me?"
Bulbmin, as if on cue, retreats toward you and gets snug between your legs, while you yourself reach down and pick the phone up. "<span class="mu-g">This.</span>" The seething hatred in dear Rachel's eyes is something to behold; even as Mom shrinks back, now deeply hurt for all the world to see, it seems your sister sees the main problem in you. In some way she reminds you of her little crony earlier, a helpless rage urging her to get up and fight but failing to quite move her. And then she also gets a dressing-down: "I locked this phone away. What do you take me for?" goes Mom, and "MOTHER! I can expla-" goes Rachel, but she finds herself cut off: "You <span class="mu-i">better</span>! Go to your room! I don't know what it is with you! <span class="mu-i">Both</span> of you! You're always arguing and fighting, even now. Your brother's leaving Entei-knows-how-long. You may not meet again for years to come! But rather than be there, for me if not for him, you choose to make a mockery of your mother! I hope you're happy with yourself here, Rachel. You'll have noone else to share with till the thaw!" - "Mom, I-" - "GO! TO! YOUR! ROOM!"
There is a long moment of silence. Looking to Mom in wide-eyed consternation, than at you in yet another round of momentary wrath, your sister seems to briefly weigh her options, but then folds. Gathers herself up. Glares sheer murderous hatred your way, prompting a more pointed-sounding "<span class="mu-g">Bul!</span> than you have ever heard. And eventually rises to retreat.
Only once her door falls shut behind her does Mom ease up (albeit just a little) and turns back to you. "My boy. My <span class="mu-i">only</span> boy. I wish I knew why you so hate each other. If you somehow can, I'd have you two find peace before I don't see one of you again for years. But I won't ask you to do anything you do not want. I think I hear your father coming. Might the three of us at least have dinner peacably?"
>"We don't hate each other. She hates me somehow. I'm sick of hearing 'us' when you mean 'her'!" (Get assertive, even if it risks breaking Mom down)
>"Of course. And I promise I will go talk to her after." (Opt to be the good son, even if it's going to suck)
>"Of course. As long as it is just us three." (Might as well have this triumph)
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