"Onii-chan, did I really... lose my memories before?" Umaru Doma lay in her dedicated shampoo chair, her words muffled.
"Probably..." Sogo Doma replied, scratching his cheek.
"Onii-chan's lying!" Umaru puffed out her cheeks. "You big meanie, all you ever do is scare Umaru, even though..."
Thwack! Sogo Doma casually brought down a karate chop. "Who told you to make that weird hair wax? If I didn't scare you a little, wouldn't you be flying straight into the sky...?"
"Hmph, hmph..." Umaru folded her arms again. "Umaru is someone who'll stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!"
"Aren't you afraid of being burned to death?" Sogo Doma was just that blunt.
"Onii-chan, it's a metaphor, a metaphor..."
"I know. That's why Onii-chan didn't say even your ashes would be burned away by the sun!" Sogo Doma replied.
"Why do you have so little sense of romance..."
Watching the bickering siblings, Utaha Kasumigaoka felt that she shouldn't have been here—she should have been in the car... Ahem, she should have been in her room. Why exactly had she come here to keep an eye on these two idiots!? She might as well have checked online to see whether the news she had stirred up was dying down!
Just as she thought that, Umaru, lying in the shampoo chair, suddenly said, "Onii-chan, what you wrote..."
Utaha Kasumigaoka froze. Sogo had written something again? Hadn't he switched to drawing manga? Why all of a sudden...
Before she could finish thinking, she heard the dumpling on the recliner continue, "...can it really help Utaha? Can it reduce the impact of her final volume?"
Utaha Kasumigaoka was stunned. Sogo had started writing again in order to help her? To lessen the impact of her final volume... Utaha thought of those lingering, crazed readers. But, but