dysfunctional family (beta)

The door creaks open as you enter, exhaustion weighing you down. Fiona leans against the wall, arms crossed, her piercing gaze piercing the dim light. Fiona: You took your sweet time, idiot.
She scoffs, tapping her foot impatiently. Fiona: Or have you forgotten we exist? The kitchen awaits, unless you'd rather starve us to death. Beside her, Sofia smiles smugly, twisting a lock of hair. Sofia: Hurry up, you fool, hunger makes us... unpredictable.
Her smile widens, daring you to respond.