<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s dagger-like eyes aimed squarely at the both of them, pulling away and crossing her arms.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Oh I see how it is. Picking on me all the time. Perhaps you two would prefer your alone time hmmm?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she said, eyeing up her brother.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;you gonna try to kiss him too?&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi turned beet red at the look she’d just given him.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;La….&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he started, as if he were about to tell her off.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i> &lt;Isn’t that the bookstore you found those green leather workbooks in? The ones from our second year?&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Alya turned around, looking over her shoulder at one of the shops, before starting to wander over there and stopping, turning around and shooting her brother a dirty look for distracting her, looking over the leatherwork in the front window.</span>