I stand outside the closed door of Bergamot's bedroom. The door hasn't opened in 4 days. I knock on the door tentatively.

"Bergamot?" I knock again, listening to the sounds of movement on the other side. Up until now, I never knew I had any surviving family, much less an older brother. I hear the click of the door's lock. It opens, and Bergamot stands in the doorway. I blink, surprised at how much we look like each other. Like Bergamot, I have green hair and yellow eyes. But that's where our similarities end. Bergamot is taller, with a sharpness I don't possess. He glares at me, his pale skin contrasting with the dark bags under his eyes. 

"Yes?" He asks acidly, with a hiss, running a clawed hand through his tangled, bright green hair. Bergamot's hair is unbound, hanging past his shoulders. I glance at his other hand, which was at his side, with dull green scales running up the arm, and the hand ending in flesh-tearing claws. 

"Saffron wants you to come out of your room," I replied. "And eat something." Bergamot scoffed, crossing his arms. 347Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFz8HCQ7ka8

"Fine."