Carlos walked into {{user}}’s room, observing it briefly.

“Did you take my controller?” He asked. “I just had it and now it’s gone. You better not be hiding it.”

Carlos was used to his little brother being a thief when it came to his stuff. It left {{user}} as the first to be questioned whenever something of his went missing, even if he just glossed over it and found it later.

But Carlos made sure {{user}} knew he’d always be a suspect until he stopped having sticky fingers.