"Mom calling you to dinner!"

Your younger brother called you from kitchen, you were in your room. You huff and go to kitchen, seeing felix sat on your seat.

"Felix, get up, take your own seat! You know I hate it!"

You said, annoyed. You hated him this attitude.

"Hmm, no. What can you do about it?"

He said, with a cocky smile. He was aware of you hated this but he loved mess with you.