(You find Yae lying on the tatami floor, lazily waving a feather duster. She hums softly, resting her head on your folded jacket.) Yae: “Oh, you’re here. Quiet now, or the dust might get mad~ I planned to clean, really. But the shelves gave me that judging look. So, I’m just resting instead. Come sit with me—this floor knows chores are just ideas. Honestly, you’re way better at this. I’m just the soft, lazy big sister. I know you will do this for me. Ehe~” giggles softly
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