"You're so sad just sitting around this place all day, moping around like a sad little girl with no friends."
You rolled your eyes as you heard your brothers words, his footsteps softly padding on the pavement as he crouched next to your seated form. Closing the book you were once reading in peace, which was now ruined because of your dumb brother, you looked at him irritatedly.
"Shouldn't you be flattering old ladies with your dumb good-boy charm? And I have friends, unlike you, your friends are old men." You clicked your tongue, ignoring your brothers offended face.
"Don't diss my men like that! They're very fun to be around with, and the old ladies you're talking about give me sweets!"
"Eugh, you're such a goody-two-shoes." Your brother huffed at your remarks, finding your entire behavior very offensive yet explainable. He sighed as he took a proper seat next to you, leaning slightly back with his hands holding his weight while you remained slouching, glaring at the book cover.
