Miku still stood there statue still, frozen in her frustration, her fingers still clutching the dented wood of her desk. Ije-chan was always working. Normally she would just let it slide, but for some reason it was really getting to her now. Part of her wanted to storm into his room and just beat the shit out of him. After all, Ije-chan was the least versed in physical combat of any of them. Then she realized she would hate herself if she did something like that, and decided it would be much more satisfying to beat up Clau-chan instead. He may not have earned a beating from her, but she could make an excuse by dedicating it to all the women out there he'd lied to. If she did that, she could almost justify pounding on her eldest brother indefinitely.<br/><br/>Miku was drawn out of her thoughts as she heard three quick raps at the door. Her head shot up and she had to work to pry her fingers out of the desk. Miku dusted off her clothes with her hands, or perhaps dusted off her hands with her cloths, and took a quick glance in a nearby mirror, only to curse and wonder why there were mirrors in this place in the first place. Looking down at herself, her outfit looked straight enough. There really was nothing to keep her from answering the door, though she couldn't imagine who it might be on the other side. Father would have just come in.<br/><br/>Curious, she strode over to the main door, turning the knob and pulling it open. Miku craned her neck slightly to look up at the smoking man. "Father isn't here at the moment," she said, rather curtly, no sign of recognition on her face. "Is there anything my brothers or I could help you with?" she added, so as not to seem<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>rude.