"Couldn't you wear a tie?"
"Shut up, you little troll, I'm doing my very best here."
Sisi pouted a little. We were still cold to one another since last night's accident.
"Enough, you two," Sicily mediated. "Their plane arrives soon. I don't remember this crowd when we came."
We were at the Moira Airport, which was now filled with people and reporters. The arrival of my parents was drawing a lot of attention from the local media, and the information about their flight had clearly been leaked.
"That's right... it was just this muppet," said Sistine, looking at me, fishing for a fight.
"I had them shut down the whole damn place that day, but never mind. I don't expect some savage to understand such... ouch... STOP!"
My feet heated up because the damn floor started to melt!
"You stop, you... you..." Sistine sputtered.
"Hush now... Stivi, behave yourself!" Cily ordered, stepping between us.
