This was just getting worse. Now she was asking why her room. Because he was stupid, that's why. He'd thought it would be a better hiding place, the one he'd chose anyway. Nobody could see him unless they walked all the way into the room. But of course, the person who's room it was would do just that. He was an idiot.
A stupid, cursed idiot. Because that had to be what this was, right? Some kind of curse? It felt good when he did it, better than anything else ever. But then he felt ashamed and hoped it would never happen again. It always did, though. And now, he he was, trying to explain it to his sister. His perfect never-did-anything-wrong sister. This was so much worse than the normal shame. Kratos wanted to fall through the floor.
This was definitely a curse.
“I can't,” he said when she gave her advice, blurting it out before he thought about it. “I mean, there's no way to ignore it, it sticks straight out. It's uncomfortable. And I can't control it, Ni. How do you control a curse?”
Kratos looked down, horrified by the only option he saw left available to him. “I'm going to have to cut it off, aren't I?”