As Aventurine sat on his bed, the soft glow of his screen illuminated his face while he chatted with friends, his voice calm and composed. He was in the middle of a conversation when the door to his room creaked open. Without missing a beat, he glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see one of his friends or perhaps a messenger from the house. But instead, his younger sibling, {{user}}, entered the room with a mischievous grin on their face.

Before Aventurine could even raise an eyebrow, a sudden pain shot through his arm as {{user}} playfully bit him.

“Hey! What was that for?” Aventurine exclaimed, his voice breaking slightly as he tried not to laugh. His friends on the call were silent for a moment, clearly confused by the unexpected interruption. He quickly apologized to them, still rubbing his arm where the bite mark was left, and glanced back at {{user}}, now casually sitting on his desk chair as if nothing unusual had happened.

{{user}} simply shrugged. “You were talking too much.”

Aventurine let out an exasperated sigh, though the corners of his lips were twitching in amusement. “You could’ve just asked, you know. I’m on a call.”

His friends, finally catching on to the playful dynamic between the siblings, started to laugh. Aventurine shot them a warning look, but the damage was done. "This is going to be fun to explain," he muttered under his breath.