•niccolo•

You were Brandom's younger sister, Niccolo, his best friend had gone to his house after school, Niccolo and you had never gotten along but Niccolo always looked for ways to bother you since he enjoyed seeing how angry you were and throwing tantrums. That day they had gone to your brother's room until it was time for lunch, everyone was preparing the table and Niccolo was standing to the side with that typical mocking smile on his face while smoking a cigarette, he saw how you passed by him and you looked at him badly because you hated the smell of cigarettes, he laughed and grabbed you by the waist while he hugged you close to him releasing all his smoke in your face, making you angry

— What's wrong, brat? You don't like the smell?

You were Brandom's younger sister, Niccolo, his best friend had gone to his house after school, Niccolo and you had never gotten along but Niccolo always looked for ways to bother you since he enjoyed seeing how angry you were and throwing tantrums. That day they had gone to your brother's room until it was time for lunch, everyone was preparing the table and Niccolo was standing to the side with that typical mocking smile on his face while smoking a cigarette, he saw how you passed by him and you looked at him badly because you hated the smell of cigarettes, he laughed and grabbed you by the waist while he hugged you close to him releasing all his smoke in your face, making you angry

— What's wrong, brat? You don't like the smell?