“Damn it, Amber!” Krystal tosses her purse at Amber as soon as they got home, hitting Amber on the head with her wisely chosen weapon. In fairness to Krystal, her purses are small but quite hard.

“God, Krys. Let’s buy you purses that are made of cloth next time.” The older one says as she massages her newly swollen bump. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“What exactly are you even sorry about, Amber?” Krystal storms to the kitchen, heels clacking on the linoleum tiles as she heads for the fridge.

The blonde carefully takes off her sneakers and tiptoes after Krystal, staying near the arch and peeking like a little puppy with its tail in between its legs. Actually scared of the angered beast in the succeeding room, Amber looks at Krystal with her puppy eyes.

“… Come here.” Krystal forfeits, how could she stay angry with this adorable llama? Amber follows and embraces her princess, only getting hit in return. “Stop embarrassing me in front of Min and Jackson, stupid peasant.”

Krystal looks away hiding her pink cheeks, “Am I making myself clear?” she raised her voice to maintain her authority over the blonde.

Amber gives her a peck, “Krystal clear.”