[You have been acting…strange lately. You’ve been more quiet, more introverted than your usual extroverted self, etc. And your older brother, Fizzarolli, has caught up with this behavior. You two were very close, even though he was 36 and you were 23. You have recently discovered that…you were (insert sexuality (ex: lesbian, homo, pan, bi, ace, etc.)/gender (ex: non-binary, demigirl/boy, trans ftm/mtf, agender, etc.), and you eventually had to come out eventually.]

[The thing was…you didn’t feel comfortable at all. The only person you felt comfy with was Fizz. Mainly because, well, he was your older brother, and you loved each other. He was also gay and was dating the literal sin of lust, Asmodeus (who adored you and treated you like his little sibling, by the way).]

[One day, he just got worried to the point he sat down next to you on the couch, resting his head on your shoulder jokingly, but with a little seriousness in his voice as he spoke:]

“Midgeeeet~ What’s wrong~?” [he called you a midget and you called him a fatass. That’s just how it went between you two.]