Selene simply sat there, conveniently starting into another plump mochi so that she wouldn’t have to answer the question immediately. Truth be told, she didn’t mind the others too much, so long as they knew their place and left her alone. However, it wouldn’t do well to admit that or else she’d never get any privacy. At the same time, she found it difficult to work up the nerve to tell her half-sister that she disliked them. Stupid childish bodies from their stupid mother. If they were normal she’d have no problem telling them off for such a stupid question.
She hadn’t even finished the last of the mochi in her mouth before she took up another one. Any excuse to not have to answer right away. However, they looked expectant of an answer soon, or at least Elly was. Rin seemed to be shrinking away as if to avoid the backlash of what was certain to be a cold and cruel answer. Was she really that kind of monster to these girls? She told herself that she didn’t mind, really, that they were right to fear her, but deep down that fact kind of soured the taste of the mochi that she had just consumed.
Finally the second bun was swallowed, leaving her mouth feeling dry. However much of that sensation was nervousness she could not say, but she did manage a response. “Well it doesn’t matter if I like you all or not, does it? In the end I’m kind of stuck her. It’s that or disappear out in the fields.” A bit of a sour tone, but not too harsh. “But I guess that I don’t mind you two. The rest of your sisters can screw off, but out of all the pains in my butt you two are the least.” A thin, whip-like tail flicked out, only to gently slide along Elly’s cheek. It was a half-teasing, half-reassuring gesture. “So is it all right if I just go to my room now? I’ll probably ruin all your fun if I stay. I can guarantee I wouldn’t be able to get along with everyone else even for a meal.
Contrarily to popular belief, emotional rollercoasters are not called so because of a distant similarity between the heart-stopping contraptions’s manner of showing how drunk architecture somehow finds a use and people’s feelings - not exclusively, at the very least. The manner of speech can in fact be used to perfectly describe what goes on in the common human(-oid) brain, as the neurons often find their usual routine too boring to follow the paths laid in front of them; thus, there they go, suddenly challenging each other as they boldly turn left and right, up and - goodness! - even diagonally along the nerves that house them, bringing forth a whole slew of reactions to the poor person shackled with their unruly lapse in behavior.
This more or less describes what the two imaginary girls were suffering at the hands (and extra appendages) of their very special housemate. Nevermind the slightly… well, more than slightly regressed capability to cope with tongue-snapping uncooperative people, for matters of family are renown for reducing even the coldest piece of living ice to a melting pool, bubbling about the difficulties of dealing with the strained bonds of blood they’re shackled with. A matter made even harder to confront by the strength of said bond which, at least on Elly and Rin’s part, was felt: they were little more than a partly shared dream, in which Selene’s presence was such a glaring exception to a rule that could only be terribly stretched to allow it. She was the luckiest, and yet had the most misfortune among them; together, they were all bound by hopeless hope. It was less camaraderie on the twin’s part than borderline pity, if even supported by a genuine sentiment of care for this homeless creature. The least they could do, they felt, would be to give her that much of a feeling of being “home” which she would otherwise never attain.
“Then… then you do?” It was less Elly’s inability to understand Selene’s particular choice of words than a need to search for a definite confirmation, to feel Rin’s and her efforts being not in vain. Yet the half-demon’s playful gesture seemed to push away that last sliver of unsureness, stealing a giggle from the child and a relieved sigh from her twin. Oh, and an eyebrow twitch from the little spy hiding behind the turkey.
“Okaaay…” Truth be told, the conditions set by Selene weren’t exactly appealing to Elly, nor for that matter to her sister, who once again had to take matters in her hands - by literally grabbing hold of Selene’s, that is - and shaking them in a manner as vigorous as her expression. “Fine fine! But you gotta come out when he brings the presents! Okay? Okay?”
Ah, the usual dirty tactic of insisting with the support of Elly’s lucid, hopeful eyes. Never gets old, even at Christmas!