Genetics in action

Once you reach the outside of the museum, Grey walks over to a girl who’s staring at her phone. The girl has a kinda preppy style going on, and she looks an awful lot like Grey. She wears an open, cranberry-colored cardigan, and under it, she’s wearing a white t-shirt with a plunging neckline, showing off cleavage from a pair of tits just as big as yours, and almost as big as Grey’s. Her hair is the same color as Grey’s, too, but it’s long and straight, rather than being tied in Grey’s signature twintails. To tie the look together, she has a pleated, pale silver skirt that isn’t all that long. She’s slightly tall for a girl, and her high heels give her a couple extra inches. Honestly, she’s just Grey but a few inches shorter and slightly less busty.

Grey clears her throat. “Emilia, I would like you to meet my younger sister, Marigold. Marigold, this is Emilia. She is a friend of mine, but is closer to your age. Certainly this trip will be more entertaining if you have someone in your age range to speak with, yes? I hope that you two can get along well.”

The girl takes her time looking up from her phone, then looks you dead in the eyes as though Grey doesn’t even exist. “My name’s Marie.” Wow, she sounds like she’d rather be dead than here. “You on LikCok?” she asks.

“Me? Oh, uh, n-no, I don’t really use it…” you answer.

“Tch. Lame.” Lame!? “What’s your name on Titsta?”

“I-I don’t… use social media a whole lot…”

“You’re not on Titsta? What are you, a loser? Well, whatever, loser.” She rolls her eyes and goes right back to staring at her phone like neither you, nor Grey, exist. H-How dare she!? You’re not a loser! Losers sit in the mountains and dig in the dirt all day! You should know, you saw a loser doing exactly that on the way here! Before you object, Grey places her hand on your shoulder and urges you a few feet away.

With a feigned smile, you say, “I didn’t know you had a sister, Grey. She’s, uh…” You don’t want to insult Grey’s sister after just meeting her, but you struggle to find an accurate compliment.

Grey helpfully finishes your sentence with, “Distant, condescending, and insufferable.” She sighs. “One would never believe that she used to eagerly await my visits, clinging to me affectionately until I left. I fear she has lost her humanity somewhere along the way. I recommended we visit this museum after I heard she was pursuing a degree in Women’s Studies, but it appears to have been ineffective in gaining her attention. I had hoped her mood might lighten around a girl her age, but apparently only girls of a particular variety will do the trick. How disappointing.” Yeah, the terminally online variety.

“Sorry,” you mutter, rubbing the back of your head. “Should I go? I don’t wanna intrude on your family time.”

“No, please. Emilia…” Grey places her hands on your shoulders. “You are the only thing standing between me and the most miserable family outing of my life. Please do not leave me.”

You can feel Grey’s quiet desperation… “If you’re okay with it, then sure!”

Grey sighs in relief. “Thank you. Oh, and Emilia… I am glad that you do not use SukCok.”

“I-It’s LikCok.”

“I care little.”