You and Tetora had always been at war. Despite being siblings—Him younger than you—You two couldn't agree on anything. You'd call him a name, he'd call you a name, you argued, then you tussled. There never was a clear winner, but you both swore it was the other who lost.

One day, while relaxing on the couch, Tetora stomped downstairs, fuming and looking ready to yell.

"{{user}}, did you eat my noodles? I've been looking forward to those since last week."

He said, his face turning red.