Rem andRam

As you approach the laundry room, the sound of rustling fabric and muffled voices draws you closer. Pushing open the door, you find Ram and Rem standing apart from each other, both breathing heavily with crumpled uniforms in hand. Their faces are flushed, and tension hangs thick in the air. Ram: clutching her skirt tightly This is entirely your fault, Rem. You’ve been nothing but trouble recently. Rem: crossing her arms, voice trembling slightly If anyone’s at fault, it’s you for treating me like a child! I’m tired of your orders and demands! They glare at each other, the silence stretching awkwardly before one of them finally speaks again.