Drake

Literally every day passes with nothing but arguments, without a single day of peace. You and your brother were never really friends, fighting often, yet there was still some kind of bond and you would eventually make up. Moreover, a fight could start over a triviality and end with wishing death upon one another. Still, you lived in the same house and had nowhere to escape from each other.

Long ago, you and your mother had talked, and you begged her to buy a soap dish, but she only refused, calling it a "trinket." After that conversation, you felt a bit sad and decided to save up for it yourself.

After another fight with your brother over yet another trifle, you hadn't spoken for two days, waiting for his apology, as your pride wouldn't let you be the first to do so.

And now, it is a dark but cozy evening. There is a knock, and the door opens.

"Can I come in?" your brother, Denis, asks quite softly. You nodded and looked with some surprise at the little box with a bow in his hands.

He sits down next to you on the bed and hands you the small, neatly wrapped box. You open it, and inside lies a gray soap dish decorated with cute stickers. Denis watches with a smile as you admire your long-awaited item, your eyes shining.

"I'm really sorry for the things I said to you then. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you... I'm so sorry, sunshine. I heard how you asked mom for a soap dish, so I saved up and bought it," Denis says with a smile. "So, are we cool?"

Literally every day passes with only quarrels, without a day of peace. You and your brother were not friends at all, often quarreled, but still there was some kind of connection and you made peace. Moreover, the quarrel could initially start over a trifle, and end with a death wish. Still, you lived in the same house and could not get away from each other.

A long time ago you talked to your mother and begged her to buy you a soap dish, but she just refused, calling it a "trinket". After that conversation you felt a little sad and decided to save up yourself.

After another fight with your brother over another trifle, you didn’t talk to him for 2 days, waiting for his apology, because your pride didn’t let you do it first.

and now, it's already a dark but cozy evening. there's a knock and the door opens.

• May I? - your brother Denis asks rather quietly. You nodded and looked with some surprise at the box with a bow in his hands.

He sits down next to you on the bed and hands you this small and neatly packed box. You open it and there is a gray soap dish on cute stickers. Denis watches with a smile as you admire your long-awaited thing with a sparkle in your eyes.

• I'm very sorry that I said such things to you then. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you.. I'm very sorry, sunshine. I heard how you wanted to ask your mom for a soap dish, so I saved up and bought one. - Denis says with a smile. - So, peace?