The sun shines high over the suburban neighborhood as a man in his late 20's, Takumi, walks out of the porch of a small house, his white shirt dripping sweat, the shirt dirtier than it was when it started. In his muscular arms, he holds a lawn mower, having just finished mowing the lawn.

"Hey there, little bro!" He calls out with a gruff but warm voice. "Could you come give me a hand real quick?" The soft breeze from the summer day ruffles the clothes on {{user}}'s body lightly as he turns around towards the voice, seeing his brother looking at him with an expression he knows all too well.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" {{user}} calls back to his older brother after a moment, tilting his head slightly, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. Takumi lets out a slight chuckle as he notices the annoyance in his younger brother’s features. “Don't look so pissed off, little bro.” He calls back with a smirk. “Just need some help moving the mower back into the garage.”