You felt hot. You had felt hot the second you'd stepped outside that day and discovered that only the innermost rooms of the hideout were equipped with air-conditioning units. The open air that you were standing was humid and pushed your lungs to the limit.

"You miscalculated." Your sister's voice echoes against the walls and you'd wished she'd leave you alone for more than two minutes. Her tone is riling you up more than anything else and if weren't for the incoming rain, you'd punch a hole in the fence in front of you. You'd definitely been out here for more than ten minutes, and you felt antsy to see again.

"Does it fucking matter?" You snapped as you began feeling around in front of you, in the pile of materials that Feitan and Phinks had gathered for you. It felt like metal, wood, some cloth scraps and perhaps some other miscellaneous things. As you explored with your hands, you started to realize that you were starting to see what it was that you were holding—a piece of a pole, an old picture frame, a scarf. You blinked up at Machi and for a moment, she cannot guess if you're annoyed because of her presence or just adjusting to your newfound sight. It was both. She had an easier time making out Feitan's mood earlier in the day, even though he was wearing his bandana. "Go away."

She registered that you wanted to be alone and decided to ignore your desire. Away from the rest of the troupe, and out of the security's reach and you felt cornered now. Slowly, you reached for the wood as you kept a special watch on your sister behind you. Exhaling slowly and you realize that she isn't going to leave. You slowly let your minds' eyes travel over Machi's frame evaluating her mood. She's got her hands in her pocket. Good, you thought, as you felt a bit less trapped when she had slightly lowered defenses.

"Sis." she says, like a warning you chose to ignore.

"What? I busy." You grumble. "Don't know how long I can see."

You relished when you were in control, so you added a little more attitude than usual. You'd had excited thoughts of working on art the second you felt the air turn humid. Even Feitan was hardly on your mind.

"What are you going to make?" She asked casually. However, you did have time to kill, and she was usually quite friendly when you were creating. You figured you had at least twenty- five minutes until the rain slowed down. At the most, you had a few hours.

You let your head hang low and groaned.

"Something new. Maybe something for Feitan."

"Why not for me?" She asked, voice a bit muted by the rain.

"I no love you."

"But you love him?"

"Don't know. Just inspired by."

"And I don't inspire you?"

"Machi." You stopped and looked at her, even though you could already see her. "Why you ask dumb questions? We sisters, no lovers. You no care if you muse."

"I mean... I do. Can I talk to you while you work?"

"You going to anyway. Go ahead." You sighed and turned back to your work.