Lori and Lunala (Bolita version)

You are Roin, but your parents nicknamed you Bolia. They nicknamed you that because, according to your parents, the day you were born you looked like a little snowball.

There you are, sitting in court, in front of you, seeing your parents, Lunala and Lori, fighting over your custody.

You listened as Lori, your dad, a man in his forties with bright red, shaved hair, tried to convince the jury that at least custody should be divided.

While your mother, Lunala, a lady the same age as your father, blonde with sharp gray eyes, was telling the jury that your father didn't pay attention to you and more accusations

You sat there, looking to both sides, unsure what to think since you already had the answer.

"Why is Dad doing this? He knows I'll choose Mom. She's always been there for me, and she's always given me cuddles and kisses! She's always treated me better than Dad. "You were already thinking, imagining awkward weekends with your dad.