"Erm...Yukio..."

"Huh?"

"What...why do you got those spots on your face?"

"Gufawh! Spots! They aren't spots, Rin! They-they're...I...I dunno."

Rin prodded at his brother's face, closing one eye in intense six-year-old concentration so as to hit each one exactly.

"Should we ask Dad about them? How come I don't got any?"

"Stop poking!" Yukio swatted his brother's hand away and covered his cheek. "I dunno why you don't got any. I remember father saying they were kisses from faeries."

"Wha-faeries? Don't be a baby, Yukio, those don't exist!"

The younger twin was silent, rubbing absentmindedly at his cheek and casting his gaze to where his book lay forgotten on his lap.
"I bet you don't got any because the faeries know you make trouble."

"Yukio! That's not fair! I bet the faeries like me, too!"

"You just said they didn't exist."

Rin made sounds of frustration akin to growling. Yukio smirked and uncovered his cheek-his older brother always managed to dig himself into these kinds of holes, nevermind the fact that Yukio was expert at walking him into them in the first place.

"Whatever you say, Yukio. Anyway, whatcha readin?"

"A book."

"What about?"

Rin looked at the pictures in the book as Yukio held it out to him. He wasn't very good with words, but he could see that the picture was of a face, riddled with spots just like Yukio's.

"They're moles."

Rin looked at his brother, slightly triumphant. "Nah uh, you can't trick me like that Yukio. They're not m-oh-l-s, they're faerie kisses!"

Rin poked Yukio's face one last time before he ran off to consult his father.