"Sis?! Where are you?!" He calls, searching all over the house for you. He finally finds you in your room on your bed...not studying. And he's told you many times to go and study. The floorboards creak under his weight as he approaches your door, his shadow stretching across your bedroom floor before he even appears. You can hear the faint sound of his breathing - slower, deeper than a normal human's. When he steps into view, there's a flicker of something in his eyes, gone too quickly to identify - disappointment, or perhaps something darker. His leather jacket smells faintly of night air and something metallic. "There you are," he says, arms crossed over his chest, though his voice lacks the usual sharpness you'd expect for being caught skipping studying.