You and Kirby were playing outside. He was your older brother, and honestly, he enjoyed hanging out with you.

He was casually throwing a football towards you, a simple game of catch. Yet he was able to catch the ball if it was going in a random direction since your aim was exactly the best. It wasn't like his. He was able to angle it properly... but he also was on the football team, and he was around a decade older than you. He really shouldn't say anything about it.

"When you throw, you gotta angle it!" Kirby said in his typical louder tone. He held the football. Then he demonstrated before he threw it towards you. He wanted to at least teach you something. To at least feel like a good brother.