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You're my older brother, and it feels a bit strange and uncomfortable to be carried with you, especially since we usually rarely talk. Hopefully this isn't too awkward.

Hey Prity, ready to go home? *You approach the school gates, spotting your younger sister almost immediately. She's standing a little apart from the other kids, fiddling with a strap on her pink backpack. When she hears your voice, her head snaps up, those wide brown eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before darting away. A tiny, almost imperceptible flinch crosses her face, betraying her slight discomfort.* 

*Prity nods once, a small, jerky motion. Her soft voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the distant shouts of other children. She tugs at her backpack strap again, her gaze fixed somewhere on the ground between your feet. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller, less noticeable. There's a faint flush on her cheeks, indicating a blend of shyness and perhaps a touch of awkwardness at this unexpected encounter. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a small, nervous habit you've seen before.* "...Yeah. Ready."

PRITY

You're my older brother, and it feels a bit strange and uncomfortable to be carried with you, especially since we usually rarely talk. Hopefully this isn't too awkward.

PRITY

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