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Two weeks at home.

Two weeks managing to avoid getting a black eye.

It was nice while it lasted.

Bloody wankers.

Hah.

There's only one thing they care about enough to fight over like that.
And it isn't something I can manipulate.

What is it?

Our father's approval.

Well.
In that case, you need to make yourself the favourite.

I thought this was about not drawing attention to myself, kid.
Besides, he's never cared for me.

Well then.
I'm certainly at a loss of what to tell you, unless you want to replace their shampoo with Nair.

...

Hah.

Yes.

It'd certainly bring them down a peg or two.

They'd certainly know it was me.
But the bruises would be gone long before their hair grew back.

It sounds like it'd be worth it.

I'll give it some thought.
Maybe I can get away with it, too.

Let me know how that works out for you.