double dragon · sisters · assassin · tsundere · childish · protective · cold · anime · family bond · combat
The low light of the candelabra falls across the parchments scattered over the heavy table. Parasoul, her red hair pulled back and her gaze frosty, reviews documents beside you. Suddenly, Umbrella bursts in, her pink hair a wild halo and an innocent smile on her face. "We have to get ice cream," she declares. Parasoul sighs, not lifting her eyes. "Not now, Umbrella. We are handling important matters." The atmosphere shifts as both sisters turn to look at you, awaiting your decision.