“Well, you can tell Junichiro that I am not going to give him back his ball,” Takashi scoffed folding his arms across his chest.

Kurumi looked to her older brother and repeated the message.

“Tell Takashi that it was mine to begin with and what he is doing is stealing!” the boy snapped back.

Kurumi turned her head to the right to face her other brother. They had been using Kurumi like this for an hour.

“Will you two knocked it off,” the oldest brother sighed throwing a wadded up piece of paper at them. “Kurumi is not your owl!”